A.N. – AuthoressExtraordinaire - Hey all of you guys who love Cirque du Freak or have only just seen the movie! So here's a story that I wrote this is the first chapter I've got up so enjoy! :)

Prologue

"Are you all the family and friends of Andy Branson?" the doctor asked the group. We all stood up, hoping for good news. Andy had lost control of his car and ran off the road, his car had the rolled and hit a tree, and he was then air-lifted to our town's hospital. Here we are now praying that he's going to make it through this. "It saddens me to have to tell you that he's passed on, but he wanted me to tell you all how much he loved you." That's when Mrs. Branson broke down in her husband's arms.

"Oh Mrs. B," I said going over to hug her with watery eyes of my own. Andy had been my friend for the longest time, since I could remember. He was like the brother I always wanted, and it helped to have him around when I was thirteen and my parents died. I lived with my aunt and my uncle but at least I could always walk over to his house and be around him and have him there to comfort me. We had both just graduated high school and as a gift my aunt and uncle gave me the theater they owned that was on one of the older, cobblestone streets in our town. Andy was the one who wanted to write musicals and I was the one who wanted to be in them.

"You're such a good kid Piper." Mrs. Branson told me, we both let go and I was heading down the hall to go when the doctor stooped me. "You wouldn't happen to be Piper Reagan, would you?"

"That's me," I told him, at this point all I wanted to do was go outside and cry.

"Well, Andy also told me to tell you something as well. He said, go to the theater, do you know what he meant by that?"

"Yeah, I do."

(Narrative POV)

Though she said that she knew, she left even more puzzled and confused than before. As she walked into the cool night air she soon found herself in front of the theater. The only light was coming from the street lamps and the cobblestone street was covered in a veil of mist. Piper finally collapsed into a fit of sobbing right there in the middle of the unused and vacant street, the stones cold under her knees. She stayed strong and sorrowfully picked herself up off the cobblestones and staggered into the theater.

As Piper entered the auditorium she looked around at the terraces and the red velvet curtain that framed the stage. On stage right there sat a beautiful, shining grand piano.

Piper and Andy would always hang out by the piano and at times he would get their favorite songs out of the piano bench, he'd play and they'd both sing along. They had given each other nicknames based off of characters from the WeeSing video collection; she called him Andy Bandy, from WeeSing's Marvelous Musical Mansion. And he would always call her Sillywhim, for her cheery and playful disposition, from WeeSing in Sillyville.

As Piper stood at center stage, looking out into the seats and balconies, the piano played a few notes all by itself.

"A, D, B, D," she mumbled questioningly.

"Andy Bandy!" Piper exclaimed walking over to the piano, "Stupendous job Sillywhim!" exclaimed an all too familiar voice behind her. Piper whipped around, her red-auburn, chin-length hair flying into her hazel eyes.

Only one person called her that, and he was dead.

Imagine the surprise when she saw the same man standing before her, smiling.

But he seemed a little more translucent. "Andy! Wait, wait a minute! You're dead! I must be dreaming unless…" His smile widened, Piper gasped, "You're a ghost!" "But I do have a good reason to be Pipe." He walked closer to explain,

"You see, being the friend I am. I'm going to help you find people that will accept you for who you are."

Even in death, Andy stayed the same. Same personality, same short, brown hair, same blue eyes; in his favorite denim jacket with a green t-shirt under it and black jeans.

"So how's that gonna work, my ghoulish companion?"

Andy tapped the side of his nose with his left index finger, "Time will tell, but when you come back five years from now you'll know."

Then he vanished.

A.N. – I hope you liked it! I have more stories and I hope you get a chance to read those too. The next chapter will be up, hopefully, soon. I'll try not to keep you guy waiting too long, please leave a comment if you would like to, cause I'd love to hear it! Thanks for reading!