~Prowl POV~

I struggled in the binds getting a sharp backwards kick from one of the bots in the chairs. I could see the stage from where I was sitting. I spotted Aspen sneak out of back stage and grab a tray of drinks. But where's (y/n)? 

An announcer pranced onto stage with a large grin a mic gripped in his servo. The spotlight settled on him and he tapped the mic once gaining all the attention.

"Now, the long expected second half!" A round of cheers followed, "Now we have a special guest today, for her first proformance! Give her a servo!" 

A loud round of applause happened as the lights dimmed. The soft music began and I heard a familiar voice hum quietly. The femme stepped out slowly raising the mic to her derma. 

"You had plenty money,"  She sang in a scarily familiar voice as she made her way down stage, "You let other femmes make a fool of you~" 

She had a sway in her walk drawing attention to her, "Why don't you do right, like some other Mech do~" a Mech stood and reached out to touch her, but she batted his servo away gently, "Get out of here and get me some money too~" 

She stepped on a table at the end of the stage then to a chair causing it to fall to the floor in one fluid motion, "You're sittin' down and wonderin' what it's all about," she began to wonder about the hall, "You ain't got no money, they will put you out~" 

I jumped when I felt a tug on my binds to look over my shoulder plate to see Aspen press a digit to her derma and go back to working on the binds. 

"Why don't you do right, like some other mech do?~"  The femme took the jewel handed out to her with a shaky servo and shoved it in her lowered chassis plate, "Get out of here and get me some money too~" 

She walked to the table with (y/n)'s old captain the one in front of me, "If you had prepared twenty years ago," she scratched gently under one mechs jaw, "You wouldn't be a-wanderin' now from door to door~" 

"Why don't you do right, like some other mech do?~" she cast a glance down at Aspen and I and winked which caused me to shiver, "Get out of here and get me some money too~" 

Aspen tugged the binds free and nodded back behind her, I followed her in a crouch. 

"I fell for your jivin' and I took you in," the familiar femme sang her digits ringing over someone's glass, "Now all you got to offer me's a drink of oil."

She stepped up onto the stage, "Why don't you do right, like some other mech do?~"she began to slowly walk down the stage, "Get out of here and get me some money too~" 

"Why don't you do right, like some other mech do?" She parted the curtain slightly and looked back, "Get out of here and get me some money too~" 

Aspen ushered me back stage as the last few notes were played and the femme disappeared behind the curtain. I looked around as Aspen tugged around several bots and props. 

"Who... Who was that?" I asked looking back towards the stage

She looked back at me, "That was (y/n) hun." My optics widened 

"What? Really?" I asked confused, "But her accent.." 

Aspen looked back at me her brow lowered, "Generally we learn to sing without the accent." She tugged me towards what I assumed was the dressing rooms, "I made sure my muffin knew how to sing, it's a skill that can get you pretty far in life." 

(Y/n) rushed out of one of the dressing rooms retying her bandana and fixing her hat. She jogged over to us leaving a tail of glitter. She smiled at me her well decorated optics softening. 

"Good, ye got 'im. Letâs get out o' here." (y/n) spoke jogging passed us 

We stiffened as we heard a loud angered shouting of the pirate mechs we started to run weaving through the bots. (Y/n) looked back behind us and her face dropped and she started to run faster closely followed by bot aspen and I. We hit the outside but (y/n) didnt stop running.

"(Y/n)!? What are you doing!?" Aspen yelled 

"We need a ship!" She yelled darting between the ships, "I know exactly which one to steal!"