Henry walked in the empty hall as he swept the rapidly-collecting dust. Just a couple months had passed since the Bears broke up, and sure enough, things were only getting worse. Only a handful of Country Bears fans came to visit Country Bear Hall, but it just wasn't enough. Henry had bills to pay, and with no money coming in, he didn't want to know what was going to happen. He looked out the window with a sigh. How could it be a good day while some were just in a bad mood?

"Get off my grass!"

Henry looked out toward the grass to see Big Al yelling at the familiar black and white chicken that sat on the grass. Roadie sighed as he walked on the grass, picking up the chicken. No one knew why Big Al was so obsessed with keeping the grass nice.

"Henry? Is everything okay?"

Vivian looked out the window, watching as Roadie walked into the shed where the bus was being kept. Seemed like no one in the bad was doing well for themselves.

"Nothing out of the ordinary", Henry sighed. "Any mail come in?"

"We got a letter from Fred", she said holding an envelope.

"How's he doing?"

She tore open the envelope, pulling the letter out. Vivian couldn't help but smile she knew Fred meant well, but he had awful handwriting, barely readable.

"Well, Fred's started a new job as an ice cream vendor", she said looking at the letter.

"Glad he's doing well", Henry said.

"He still keeps in touch with Zeb", she continued.

She shook her head as she read on. Zeb seemed to have lost everything. He had been evicted from his home, had all of his possessions auctioned off, keeping only the clothes on his back and his fiddle.

"Henry, I'm worried", Vivian said. "What's going to happen to Zeb?"

"I can't say for sure", Henry said "All we can do is hope he'll clean himself up."

Vivian folded the letter with a sigh as she walked back to her room, behind the stage of the hall. So Fred was doing well and Zeb was only getting worse. Where did that leave Tennessee and Ted? Would she be able to hear from them? Only time would tell.

Vivian collapsed on the bed with a sigh as she looked over on the nightstand.

"Oh, Ted…"

She sat up and pulled her knees to her chest. Why did it have to come to this? Things were going just fine. Why did Ted have to put his own success before her? Vivian shook her head as she once again thought of Ted's stubbornness, taking credit for everything, even things they did together.

"Big oaf", she growled softly. "Selfish…"

Picking up the tambourine, Vivian started shaking it absentmindedly as she continued to remember why she and Ted broke up in the first place. Her ears perked up as she started to relax. The music she was playing was catchy, almost like the beginning of a song. Well, this could be the start of something good. She had the melody, all she needed was a band and lyrics. What could Vivian turn this music into?

As she turned to face Ted's picture, Vivian gave a smirk as she picked up a pen.