xX... Well, I found my libretto, so that's good. But that's about all that's good right now. I probably won't write for a while. So, sorry for those who want more. Lol. Anyways, hope all my reviewers are doing spiffy and all my first time readers are having a good year. I'm having a little trouble bringing everyone back in, so excuse my writing if it reads a little choppy. Enjoy! ...xX

Eric and Frederick Jones set their bags down in their room at the Motel 6, Hamptons.

"Eric, I've gotta take a shower and then I'll be going to a memorial service for my friend. You can tag along if you'd like," Frederick unzipped his suitcase and took out his dop kit. He went into the bathroom and shut the door. Eric looked around; the room was typical motel standards. A nauseating shade of pink was the theme throughout the tiny room. Tacky, frilly, pink curtains were tied back by a plastic green ribbon and all of the curtains were covered in grossly moist plastic so that no stains could get on the curtains. The bed spread looked as though it hadn't been washed in months and it seemed apparent that many people didn't take the NO SMOKING sign to heart as there were char marks and other stains of a good time on the bedspread. Hesitantly Eric scribbled a note to his Dad, saying that he was gonna check out the pool, and he walked out of the door. Eric Jones walked right past the pool. He looked across the street.

"Man, why couldn't we have stayed some place NICE? Like that crib," Eric thought as he looked at the pool of the hotel across the street. Châteaux Hampton. Eric laughed at the name, he looked around, no one was watching, so he ran across the street and onto the lawn of the Chateaux. Eric went to the regal path and passed the pool. A guy and a girl, about his age, were hanging out. Suddenly the girl got up, waved to the guy, yelled something that Eric couldn't make out and ran out, in doing so, she bumped into Eric.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry, I'm such an idiot," she smiled scornfully at herself as she put her hair up.

"Its fine, it's OK," Eric said taking a good look at the girl.

She smiled at him before heading back into the hotel. Eric decided to hang out by this much cooler pool.

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"Zack," Katie London began crying as she saw a closed casket sitting in the dark, mahogany paneled room. Katie ran to Zack who was staring stiffly at the casket.

"Katie," he said, smiling weakly, at the site of his former best friend.

"You haven't changed a bit," Katie said, desperately trying to avoid any painful conversation. Her tear stained cheeks and her forced smile were oddly reassuring to Zack as they hugged.

"I'm so glad to be able to facilitate this reunion, but, incase you didn't notice my wife was shot AND I have a press conference in fifteen minutes, this place has to look sparkly, so do your weeping and let's try to get a move on," A soft, but harsh voice came from behind. Zack looked behind him to see William Rufkin leaning in the doorway. Katie stared with hatred at the man in the doorway. The eerie silence dominated the room for some time.

"Oh fuck, I knew I missed it!" A disgruntled voice came from behind William. This time, Will swiveled around. A short, blonde haired executive was standing in the doorway looking down at some notes he had scribbled. Katie began laughing,

"Freddy?"

Frederick Jones III looked up from the notes and blinked back some tears.

"Zack"

"Oh fuck, another reunion!? Please. The service starts after the press conference, I have to clean this place up, we will have dinner and a service at," he looked at his watch, "say, eight thirty? Than we can cry and hug, is that ok?" William said, impatiently.

The three adults looked up, stared at William and slowly filed out of the room.

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"Hello, My Name is Lawrence Hung, I am checking in," Lawrence, pushed his glasses up and looked around. Swanky place. Two kids were at the bar getting Cokes. One of them looked exactly like Zack. Zack, that was a name he didn't like to think of. Lawrence signed the bill and got the key from the smiling check in receptionist. Lawrence put his CD player in his suit case and went up the elevator.

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One by one thirteen other former band members checked in to hotels in the Hamptons area. One by one they phoned the Hathaway Manor, and one by one they prepared themselves for eight thirty. The moment when they would have to face a dead friend, and a dieing nation.

It didn't mean a nickel,

You just shed a little blood,

And a lot of people shed a lot of tears.

-Assassins, Another National Anthem

xX... I decided to use a different song from Assassins this time. I'll be switching back and forth. That chapter was a little boring but the next chapter will be pretty cool. It involves everything I talked about last time and a plot. A secret plot. And the return of Heaven and Hell will be soon! Keep checking! R&R!!! ...xX