AN: So I hope I can post this here. If not, just let me know. There are deaths in this first chapter, but they actually died in real life like 60 years ago... and this is fictionalized aspects of a real life event...

1959

The snow was blowing around the plane as the three musicians climbed aboard, rubbing their hands together to get the feeling back in them. Rockstar life was supposed to be easy street. How the hell did Elvis make it look so easy? But this flight would give the three of them a few hours to rest and get their heads together before they stood out in front of a crowd again.

"I hate winter." The seventeen-year-old said as he took his seat and bundled his jacket around him, shivering. "Pacoima? No snow. Warm. I love it."

"Not much different for us, you know." The twenty-eight-year-old said, taking his seat across from the kid. The third man set down by the twenty-eight-year-old, wiping snowflakes off his thick-rimmed glasses.

"Lubbock gets snow guys." He put his glasses back on his head. "And I thought that Sabine Pass got some too."

"I'm just saying that there's no snow in the valley." All three of them laughed, smiles on their faces.

"So, is Maria excited to have you back Holly?" The older man asked. The man he was speaking to was none other than Buddy Holly, the twenty-two-year-old heartthrob.

"Man, I miss her so much." Buddy laughed. "What about you two? Got anyone special waiting for you after the tour is over with?"

"Adrienne and my daughter." The older man, JP Richardson, also known as The Big Bopper, explained with a fond smile. "And Adrienne and I are having another one soon. You don't know how excited I am. I hope it's a boy." He looked over at the youngest one. "What about you Ritchie?"

"Just my family back in California." Ritchie Valens told his two flight mates. "This is the first time I've gone on a trip without them. I'm a little nervous about all of this. Kinda wish Dion would've just kept his spot." The Big Bopper reached across and slapped him on the knee.

"Relax Rich. Flying is perfectly safe. We're fine." He smiled at Ritchie then looked over at Buddy, who wasn't quite making eye contact with them. "Come on Holly. Help me put the kid's fears at ease."

"Oh, uh, yeah. He's right." Buddy said, nervously tapping his fingers on his thigh. "When are we taking off?"

"Anxious to get going?" The Big Bopper asked. Buddy nodded.

"Something like that." He said. Ritchie looked out the window at all the snow. It was like living in one of those snowglobes his sisters had. The plane jerked forward as it started to move down the runway. "Finally." He mumbled under his breath. He looked over at the Big Bopper. "So, Jiles, I had a question for you."

"Go ahead Holly. But you know you could call me JP or something like that." The Big Bopper laughed.

"Where were you ten years ago?" Buddy asked. The Big Bopper's smile fell. Ritchie looked at him.

"JP? What's wrong?" Ritchie asked.

"Yeah JP, what's wrong?" Buddy asked, a smirk on his face.

"Why would you ask that?" JP asked. Buddy started laughing.

"Well, I want to make sure I'm taking the right Jiles Perry Richardson with me." Buddy said, turning to look at the other man. The eyes underneath those thick-rimmed glasses turned as black as the night, making the Big Bopper and Ritchie jump out of their seats. "What's wrong guys? Something wrong with my face?"

"What is going on?" Ritchie asked, fear creeping into his voice.

"The Big Bopper here sold his soul." Buddy laughed. "Ten years is up Jiles. I wanted to handle this one myself. And behold, three young talents on a small plane."

"He did what?" Ritchie asked. "And why are your eyes black?!"

"I'm what you would call an uninvited guest." Buddy laughed. "A demon. And before you ask what happened to Buddy Holly, well," The demon moved Buddy's jacket aside, showing a darkening red spot on his low side. "He's been dead for a little while now."

"Oh Dios mas." Ritchie mumbled, making a cross over his chest. Buddy just laughed.

"He's not going to help you now." Buddy said, pushing Ritchie into his seat. "He's not going to help any of you anytime soon."

"You can't do this!" The Big Bopper called out. Buddy looked him straight in the eyes.

"You should've thought of that before you sold your soul." Buddy said. With that, he made his way to the cockpit, arguing with the pilot for a bit. The plane bounced around a bit, throwing Ritchie and the Big Bopper around before it headed down in a nosedive.