8 Months Later

I was sitting in the studio listening to Kenny record his track. I am bobbing my head as the song suits him so perfectly. Stan pressing down on the intercom.

"Thanks good Ken. I want you to go over that part one more time. I think we can get just a little bit more feeling out you." Kenny nods and does it again. I must say it does sound much stronger than previously. "Perfect!" Kenny starts grinning.

Stan is now a producer and song writer. He only works with certain artist at this time. Not because he is picky but he has to relate to the artist on a personal level. It allows him to create better songs conveying the artist's real emotions. I look down at the latest tabloid Kenny picked up. I seriously don't understand why he buys this crap. It has on the front page that Stan is cheating on me with Kenny. I find that comical.

Stan and I came out as an official couple on our last show on tour. Once we got home to LA we told the label we didn't want to renew our contract. They were okay with that since we lost a member. I guess they didn't want to see us try and continue as a 3 man army. We still live out in LA because this is where most artist are located. We do plan to settle down in South Park in another 3-4 years.

Kenny comes out the studio. "I can't wait to drop this album. It is going to blow Cartman shit out of the water."

"I think it will" I respond not even having to think about it. "Cartman album may have reached number 1 but his songs have no depth at all." Cartman first single was some song having you do some crazy dance. People bought into like crazy. It was not as big nay nay or superman but close enough. "Are you guys done for the day?"

"Yeah" sighed Kenny. "My voice needs a rest. What are you guys getting into tonight?" I smirk at Kenny. "Don't answer that!" He laughs as we head out of the studio.

"Kenny, how is everything going for you?" I am really asking how is handling the whole Butters situation. Butters decided to stay with Kevin. Kenny was heartbroken and has slowed down since then. He still goes out on dates but not as much as he use to.

"I'm doing okay" he replied. "One day at a time. I will let you guys get to it." We hug briefly before parting ways.

"What would you like for dinner Kyle?" asked Stan taking my hand.

"I am open to whatever. Although I do have a taste for Italian."

"I could use some pasta" grinned Stan. We got to the newest car he purchased, a benz. He wanted something that showed his growth or something like that he told me. As I sit down in the car I think of how far he has come. He let go of the group, stopped paying for his family's bills, overall he is much happier. This is all I ever wanted. I am so glad that Stan has decided to embrace the simple life. I grab his free hand as we continue down the road to our home.