A/N I do not own any of the characters or songs used. You've all heard of Nickelback's song "Photograph" right? I'm trying to use songs you'd all know so it doesn't turn into "Lets listen to Blue's play list"

Pam had called Roy after every performance and gushed to him how funny and great they were. She was quite obviously trying not to let Jim know who she was calling, but he still figured it out the second time. She used to gush to him about things.

Jim realized he had to face the facts. Pam had made her choice, and it didn't look like she was going to change her mind. He got up and walked into Michael's office without knocking.

"Hey! Slim-Jim. My man!" Michael greeted him. Jim felt slightly uncomfortable being called Michael's man after his performance. "Something on your mind?"

"Actually. Yes," He said, then closed the door.

"Go on Jim, tell them what you told me," Michael said with a fake smile plastered on his face.

They were standing outside his office door. The office turned around expecting a song.

"Hey guys…I've got some good news! I'm, uh…transferring to the Stamford branch," he said, flashing another lopsided grin.

Phyllis couldn't help but ask "How is that good news?"

"You don't have to deal with me anymore," he said, trying to laugh just a little bit. Dwight was on the verge of dancing.

A band mysteriously appeared in the break room, and Jim jogged back to it. Everyone followed and surrounded Jim and his band.

Photograph

Jim

Jim was dressed in ragged clothes and biting on a tooth pick.

1,2,3

Every memory of lookin' out the back door
I got the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Everyone held up lighters and swayed.


Every memory of walkin' out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was lookin' for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walkin' out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was lookin 'for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Pam was impressed. "Nice job, Sweaty,"

"Thanks, Scaredy Cat," he joked.

"Haha. I'd never sing alone. Maybe a duet," she said, raising her eyebrows and smiling. Then she frowned. "You could have told me about the transfer, you know."

"I didn't want you to try to make me stay," he said, truthfully.

"It's final?" she asked. She was starting to panic.

"Almost."

"Oh."

"Thanks guys," Jim told his band. They nodded and walked away.

At about 4:45, Dwight got up to get a quick cup of coffee. The minute he took a sip, an immense amount of energy surged through him. He rushed into the men's bathroom.

A few minutes later, he emerged as gangsta Dwight.

"Dwight, did you get that chain out of a gumball machine?" Jim asked.

"You're just jealous, yo!" Dwight answered, complete with hand movements.

Candy Shop

Dwight

Yeah...

Uh huh

So seductive

I'll take you to the candy shop

I'll let you lick the lollypop

Go 'head girl, don't you stop

Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

Angela steps in, wearing short shorts and her shirt folded up like "Daisy Duke".

I'll take you to the candy shop

Boy one taste of what I got

I'll have you spending all you got

Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

They begin to grind.

"My EYES!" Jim screams.