Ashley placed her hand into Mike's letting him help her up. She jumped squealing a bit feeling Mister crawl up her body and hop on her shoulder making a face at Mike, "PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"<br/><br/>Ashley let out a giggle as she brushed her hair back.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(246, 96, 171)"> "I guess we better get to the concert....it would be bad if the singer is not there testing the equipment before the show."</span><br/>Ashley shook her head a bit as she looked over.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(246, 96, 171)">"Did Mark leave..." </span>She shook her head as the Pichu crawled up on her head as she blushed looking at Mike, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(246, 96, 171)">So uhm...it's just us....do you want to come on stage with me?...I mean my father will hate it and that kind of makes me well you know...You did offer to look after me to the only parent figure I care about so why not rub salt in the cranky bastard's cut that he is losing his ticket to paying for a new pool."</span><br/><br/>Ashley paused as she muttered,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(246, 96, 171)"> "Damn...I sound cruel...I mean I know my father is cruel but I ...well I shouldn't stoop to his level....still would like you backstage though."</span><br/>She would glance up as Pichu pushed on her hair and swatted her ear,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(246, 96, 171)">"Come here cutie....stop playing with mama's hair alright...she needs to not mess it up."</span>