A/N: Well folks, we made it! And I am so so happy and so so proud to be here. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to EVERYONE who read, reviewed, followed, favorited, whatever. Y'all are the best and I'm so glad you enjoyed this story and were along for the ride. I love you all.

And without further ado, the epilogue.

It had been kind of a crazy, spur of the moment decision, but then again, when was it not?

Mr. Perkins had announced in class that there was going to be a battle of the bands competition the week before winter break and Phineas and Ferb had made electric eye contact and, in a second, the decision was made.

Of course they recruited the others. Baljeet on synthesizer, Buford on drums, Isabella and the Fireside Girls on vocals, and this time, they had the special addition of Grace on piano.

"Are you sure?" she had asked. "I've never played in a band before!"

"Trust me," Phineas had said. "You'll love it. And besides, we need you!"

So after school was suddenly filled with band practice, band practice, band practice, up until the day of the competition. The day dawned with a fresh blanket of snow and everyone was looking forward to the winter break that would start after the competition that night. Throughout the day, all of them exchanged secretive glances, encouraging fist bumps, and excited smiles.

The school was packed that night. Parents, siblings, friends, teachers, everyone had come out to support the different bands. All of them were gathered backstage, waiting for their turn to go on.

"Everybody ready?" Phineas asked.

"Ready!" they all chorused. Phineas smiled.

"We're gonna do great guys. Thanks for doing this. Thanks for everything. I wouldn't have made it to here without you guys."

"We're glad you're here Phineas."

"Agreed."

"Same here."

"We need you Dinner Bell. You're the metaphorical glue to our metaphorical group."

"Aren't we a literal group?" Baljeet questioned.

While that devolved into a funny, petty argument, Ferb put a supportive hand on Phineas' shoulder and Phineas grinned.

"Last Day of Summer?" a stagehand called. "You guys are on next!"

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On stage, the lights were blinding, preventing them from seeing anything more than a giant mass that was the crowd. Everyone cheered as they came out, all dressed in the most summery clothes they had: flip flops, tank tops, various hats, headbands, and flowers, they made sure their outfits embodied the name of their band.

The announcer tapped the mic to get everyone's attention.

"Thank you, thank you! We've had a wonderful time so far! Next up we have the band Last Day of Summer! They'll be singing The Middle by Jimmy Eat World!"

The audience cheered Phineas glanced around at everyone and mouthed, "Ready?" Everyone nodded, Phineas nodded to Burford, an actual smile on his face, and he drummed out the opening beat.

After deciding the song, he and Isabella had decided to share the lead vocals and there was no one else he would rather share center stage with.

"Hey," she sang, looking at him. "Don't write yourself off yet. It's only in your head you feel left out or looked down on."

"Just try your best. Try the best you can. And don't you worry what they tell themselves, when you're away."

Everyone joined in with everyone jamming hardcore on their instruments, Grace throwing in some impressive riffs,

"It just takes some time! Little girl, you're in the middle of the ride! Everything, everything will be just fine! Everything, everything will be alright, alright!"

The crowd cheered louder than anyone thought possible and the whole group couldn't keep the grins off their faces.

As they sang, Phineas felt himself getting lighter and lighter and lighter. It was as if, at least for this moment, every weight on his shoulders was being lifted; he felt like he could fly. He put his heart and soul into this song. When they had been looking for songs this one had hit Phineas like a ton of bricks. He had almost started crying!

And now, not at the end of it necessarily, but at the beginning, singing and playing his heart out on stage, next to friends new, old, and remade, he did cry. And it felt good. And with every part of his soul and every chord strummed, they made his thoughts ring through the air.

Everything, everything will be alright!