A/N: Wow it's been a while huh? Nearly a full year? Y'all missed this? Thought not.

Good news, I'm bringing this back soon and I want to take this to a whole new place and change the plot around a bit. Still gonna be like 25 chappies long though.

Anyways, I thought I'd at least give you a chapter for the wait.

On with the show! (if I can even remember what the heck is happening).


Marceline swallowed harshly, looking out at the rows of expectant faces and bored looks. Her grip on the guitar slackened slightly and she took a shaky step towards the microphone.

"I'm still not sure what I'm doing," She began, voice trembling with awkward laughter. "But I want to tell you a story."

Someone coughed in the audience and for a minute she thought it might have been Ash trying to hide a snarky comment or something. But then she calmed down, grabbing a bottle of water off of the floor to take a sip.

"So there's this woman," She started once more. "And she was uhm, on an airplane and she was flying to meet her fiance," A small pause. "Sailing high above the largest ocean on planet earth."

And she was seated next to this man who, y'know, she had tried to start conversations, but really the only thing she had really heard him say was to order his Bloody Mary." A few of the adults in the audience laugh and she finally meets Bonnibel's eyes. "And… she was sitting there and she was reading this really… arduous magazine article about a third world country that she couldn't- she couldn't pronounce the name of and she was feeling very bored and despondent." Another sip before she finally sets the bottle down, shaking her head of nerves on the way back up to the mic. "And then suddenly there's this huge mechanical failure… and one of the engines gave out, and they started just f-falling thirty thousand… feet and the pilot, he's on the microphone and he's saying 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my god… I'm sorry' and apologizing and she looks at the man and she says.. she says…" Finally, her fingers began to strum as she neared the end of the story.

Bonnibel's smiling.

"'Where are we going?' and he looks at her and- and he says 'we're going to a party. I-It's a birthday party. It's your birthday party. Happy birthday darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much.' And then he starts humming this little tune, a-and it… it kind of goes like this: 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4

We must talk in every telephone

Get eaten off the web

We must rip out all the epilogues in the books that we have read

And in the face of every criminal

Strapped firmly to a chair

We must stare, we must stare, we must stare

We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell

Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell

And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dream

We must sing, we must sing, we must sing

It'll go like this:

While my mother waters plants

My father loads his guns

He says death will give us back to God

Just like this setting sun is returned to this lonesome ocean

And then they splashed into the deep blue sea

It was a wonderful splash!

We must blend into the choir

Sing as static with the whole

We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul

And in this endless race for property and privilege to be won

We must run, we must run, we must run

We must hang up in the belfry

Where the bats and moonlight laugh

We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past

And in the caverns of tomorrow

With just our flashlights and our love

We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge

And then we'll get down there, way down to the very bottom of everything

And then we'll see it, oh we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it

Oh my morning's coming back

The whole world's waking up

All the city buses swimming past

I'm happy just because

I found out I am really no one" She was going to leave the stage before the cheering started but her plan flew out the window when even Simon stood up clapping from the side of the stage. Bonnibel was grinning ear to ear and Marceline almost fainted because she would never get over this feeling. This feeling of people loving her music and listening to her sing and play the guitar really badly.

It felt like she was dancing on air.