Ok I am on a roll and tired as hell. So like I said sorry for the sucky ending with the last one. I promise is will make up for it. I begins 3 1/2 years from when Heather and Kevin said goodbye.

There is some drama a the begining, but for the most part this is very light-hearted and humorous (in my humble opinion) as compared to the other. Also sorry about the intro restating some stuff you already know. It's really for fill in of the time that wsn't accounted for.ok on to it then.

Intro:

I am Heather Jane Callaway. My father is the Undertaker and my mother's name is Sara. Mark and Steven, are my brothers (twins). I used to have a really hard time with my family, but I wouldn't really know anything about that now. I have been touring all over the world with my band Amoung Angels and Animals for the past three years. Not to mention, the fact that I moved to Orlando, Florida after my eighteenth birthday, with my best friend Reves Nickson. The two of us live together in a more upscale community. The house is not huge, but has sufficient space. Our music sounds like: Evanescence, Flyleaf, Leave's Eyes, Lucama Coil, H.I.M., Nightwish, Within Temptation and any other goth metal band. Other influences include: Pearl Jam, Stone Temple Piolets, Disturbed and Seven Mary Three. I am a big wrestling fan. I even used to be in the WWE, but after having to leave decided to focus on my music.

Story:

I wake up in my Orlando home, on an early September, Monday morning. I strech out, looking at the clock. It reads 10:53am. Rather late, but I like to make a habit of sleeping in on days when I'm at home. I know I've gotten lazy over the years. Ever when I used to wrestle, I usually arose earlier. I grab my laptop and bring it out to the counter that connects the Kitchen to the living room. As I am waiting for startup Reves staggers sleepily out of her room, her blonde hair a knotted mass as usual. I check my e-mail and myspace. Even more darn friend requests. Ever since the band took off my friends list has skyrocketed through the roof. That's why I have two profiles. One for my real friends and family and one for fans. Thank goodness Jill, our band manager, heads the Among Angels and Animals profile. I love Jill because she's a decision making manager. Not just a patsy for the higher ups. Almost anything i ask for she makes it happen. Then the phone starts ringing.

Reves looks at the call screen and thrusts the phone into my face. " Here, It's your 'man.' ''

I answer. ''Hey Adam."

''Where the hell are you!?" the voice on the other end booms. I always try to start off on a good note, but what the use?

''What do you mean? I'm at home, Where else would I be?"

''You need to be here! Unless you want the new single to totally suck tonight!"

Our band has a mini gig at the Hard Rock Cafe on Citywalk at Universal Studios. ''Adam, Virus is perfect. We pretty much have it down pact."

''Well I don't like it! Call up that fag-bag and get here asap!" He hangs up. I hang up as well. I log off and start shutting down my laptop.

''Ehh!" I say, annoyed as I hop off the stool.

"Now what?''

"Emergency practice session. Go Figure ."

" You've gotta be fucking kidding me.''

I get dressed and head out to my purple VW Bettle. I've had her since I was 16 and she's been good to me. Reves jumps in the passages seat and I start driving off to Adams house, which is about 15 minutes away. ''Rev, call up Jerimah and tell him.''

Reves scrolls throw the contacts on her phone and rings him. "Hello hun." Jerimiah's voice resignate through the car because Reves has her phone on speaker

''Hi Jerry!''

"Uhh! How many times dot have to tell you silly girl? It's not Jerry! JERIMIAH!''

Reves laughs, amused at his agervation. "Aww, c'mon Jerry.''

"What the hell do you want?''

"Emergency practice pronto!'' I hear Jerimiah grumble. "I hope took a shower, or plans to before the show.''

Reves begins to instigate him again.''C'mon Jerry, you know you want some of that!"

"Eww! Yeah right! I wouldn't touch him with a 50 foot poll! Ok I'll be there shortly."

Reves holds the phone up to me. "I love you Jerimiah."

"I love you too honey. Bye" Jerimiah says. Reves hangs up. I give a little chuckle, then ask her, "Why do you do that to him? You know he hates it."

She smiles, turning on the radio. "Exactly."