Author's Note: The other day I was thinking about how Jacksfilms did that Vidcon contest last year where you had to make a PMS. I did a MyMusic parody (maybe you've seen it), and at the end the (remaining) staff, spoiler alert, decided to go to Vegas. So I then got to thinking about what would happen if some of the MyMusic staff got stuck in Vegas and the insanity that would ensue. That was basically a long way of saying, "My name is Rachel Aspen and I'm a fourteen year old girl that likes writing about innocent people getting drunk and having sex!"

[Rated T for drinking, swearing, and sexually suggestive dialogue. Some situations may creep into the M rating, so reader discretion is very much advised.]

So do it (five, four, three, two,) one more time...

Dear Not-Journal (Journal's are too mainstream.),

I'm lying on my back on the memory-foam mattress and goose down pillows, staring at the ceiling. Housekeeping had thrown away my human-sized paper bag I used to sleep in on our first night here, and management refused to fulfill my request for a new one. That means that I'll have to sleep on a luxurious bed every night in a five-star Vegas hotel until the owners will kick us out for not paying for our rooms or eating all the food. It really is as bad as it sounds.

I'm twirling my wedding band around on my finger. Damn, my life really is in shambles right now. None of this would have ever happened if MyMusic hadn't gone bankrupt. And some of you are still wondering why there won't be a third season.

It all started when our new office burned down. Many people had places to go: Metal had his new baby; Nerdcore had family to care for; and Techno and Dubstep... Only Hell knows what happened to them.

Now that my sad excuse of a business had really just boiled down to a posse, I decided to pack up my few belongings and head to Vegas. I figured that we could hit it big. After all, we couldn't get any more broke. Could we?

So, Country, Straight Edge, Scene, and I gathered all we could fit into my old school bus turned into an RV and drive down to Sin City. Apparently one of Scene's belongings is Flowchart, because he used his racked up vacation days and VP privileges to join us.

And that's where things really started to get weird.

-Indie