Daisy's POV

"Momma Mario? It's a lovely surprise to see you!" I said. Why was Momma Mario here? She lives on the other side of Brooklyn!

"Thank you, Daisy. And the one right next to you must be..."

"I am Princess Peach!- mph!" Peach started to say as she was about to basically yell at Momma Mario for not knowing who she was.

"Peach, start with a good greeting. Make it less... royal." I whispered and she nodded.

"I am Peach Toadstool, I live and rule the Mushroom Kingdom." Peach said a lot better than the first time...

"So both of my boys are marrying some princesses... but Daisy seems to work more than the average princess..." Momma Mario started to point out.

"Well... she is much of a tom boy. She isn't an ordinary princess." Peach started to say things about me, making me a little mad.

I then glanced at the calendar.

"Luigi and I have our dance competition tonight, Momma Mario."

"Ooooh! I love to see you two dance!! I arrived just in time then!"

I really haven't been practicing...

"Yeah, I better get my dress on and warm up!" And I ran into my room. I went and got my yellow glittering dress that was over the shoulder, and I pinned a flower hair pin on flowing brown hair.

"Alright, I am getting Luigi's tux and we are going to warm up at the shop." I said running out of the room.

Peach's POV

Great... Daisy left me with my soon-to-be mother-in-law.

"Well, we gotta get ready to go see them in the competition, right?" Momma Mario asked and I nodded.

"Well, let's get into something comfortable and wait for my Mario boy."

Oh boy... what am I getting myself into?

Luigi's POV

I was drinking a bottle of pop, basically just wondering what is going to happen when Momma comes to town.

"Luigi! Today is our dance competition!!!! We need to warm up and practice!" Daisy frantically said as she came down the stairs in her glittering dress.

I spat out my soda and just realized it!

No wonder we didn't get any calls... we must have been thinking it was Friday... I didn't really need to go to work today!

"Daisy, let's get ready!"

Mario then laughed.

"This is hilarious!! You two haven't practiced! And you haven't practiced in the shop in a long time. Hope you guys can pull it off." And I rolled my eyes.

"Mario, you might want to save your fiancee from our Momma."

Mario's eyes bugged out. "You're right! See ya guys!" And he ran out the door.

"Now that we are alone... let's dance." Daisy said and I smiled, but that smile faded.

"What song are we going to dance to?"

"Well... we need to warm up so one song for that. And we can figure out the song as we go."

I smiled again. "I like your style..."

Mario's POV

I run to the door of the apartment. I knock and Peach answers the door. She drags me inside...

"Thank goodness you are here! Daisy ditched me!" And then I quieted her.

"Peach, be a little bit nicer! Momma Mario is not one to take negitiveness of others. That's why Luigi is not negative about not being in the spot light unlike I am."

Peach rolled her eyes. Then Momma Mario comes out from the bathroom. Her brown turning grey hair in bouncy curls, kinda like mine, and her her red dress coming all the way down to her ankles. She still was wearing a half apron.

"Mario! My boy! Come see your momma!" My momma called, she gave me a big hug.

"It's nice to see you again, momma..." I said as she almost squeezed the life out of me. She was a strong Italian woman.

"It's wonderful to see you! Now, when is this dance competition?"

"It's not until a few hours from now. So we don't need to rush."

Then Peach had to join in. "The competition is at 6. It's 4. We have 2 hours."

"That-a means we get 2 hours for me to know-a your girl Peach!" Momma said as she sat down on the stool at the counter.

Momma-Mia!

Luigi's POV

We went though some exercises to warm up bit.

"Alright, Luigi. I made a mix CD. This will pick songs at random. It will be non stop." Daisy said and she spoke to the player to start playing.

It started with I Get A Rush by Bon Jovi.

Then Modern Love by David Bowie.

Then it was Cherry Bomb by Joan Jett & The Black Hearts.

Then there was I Remember You by Skid Row...

Quite different, but we were ready.

"I know our song." And she whispered the song to me. I smiled. It was perfect.

I do not own these songs.