A/N Ha ok so. I've had writer's block for a while then I was just kinda staring at a blank note on my iPod and all of a sudden idea. And then about halfway through writing it, I decided I was gonna write two endings because I like writing about sad stuff but I wanted to write something happy. I wrote the sad one first of course, and I figured I might as well upload it so here it is.

I didn't write the other ending yet, but I'll put it up as a second chapter to this once I do (after my homework *slaps self*)

So if you don't wanna read sad stuff, a different ending where nothing bad happens and Spencer and Billy are bros and stuff will be published later tonight.

Also I wrote this in about 10 minutes and only checked it once so sorry if there's anything weird in it, that'll be fixed for sure one I write the other ending.

"Okay Little Bro Peep, you ready for this?"

"I dunno about this dude."

"Aw come on, you've performed before! On stage, too, what's the big deal?"

"Yeah, but I haven't gone on stage by myself since I was a little kid. All the other times I either had my whole family or you there with me!"

"Okay, so I'll come on stage with you. Problem solved."

"I don't think you get what I mean, Billy. You were literally playing guitar for me- or, I thought you were gonna be anyway."

"Eheh, sorry 'bout that zambroni. But hey, this isn't guitar. And you've given a speech on an awards show!"

"But that was just talking! About something I cared about! Even singing on the radio, it's not like people are watching you."

The conversation between the two was interrupted by a deep voice a few yards away. "And for our next act, 9th grader Spencer Wright, from Beverly Hights."

The brunet's eyes switched focus to the dark curtain, where a girl in a STAFF shirt waved him over. His eyebrows fell in worry, and he took in a deep breath. But as he turned to walk onto the stage, a cold hand on his shoulder stopped him. Turning around, he saw his ghostly friend giving him a reassuring smile.

"Go rock 'em, Spence."

The boy offered a smile in appreciation, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath before turning around for the last time and walking towards the stage, head held high. Stepping onto center stage, marked by a taped-on X, he took the provided microphone in hand. He raised it to his face, and opened his mouth, taking in a deep breath. But before he could even let out a single note, a loud creaking, followed by several small /snaps/, could be heard overhead. Spencer tilted his head and eyes up to look for the source, and his heart stopped.

Right above him, held up by nothing more than several metal bars attached to the ceiling, was a large spotlight. Above that spotlight, it's supports had snapped, probably due to the unknown animal that had been wrecking things in the building for weeks.

Above the brown-haired green-eyed boy, was the stage's biggest light, falling towards him.

Center stage at a concert hall, a taped-on X marked the death of Spencer Wright, a 9th grade student from Beverly Hights.