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A.N: I'm so ready to be done with this story. Not in a bad way either...I just have the rest planned out word for word and it's just a matter of taking the time to write it out. OH yeah, I hope you guys don't mind the shortness of the chapters either...I just kinda...like it that way. It's easier on me. OH! BTW...has anyone got ROTO yet!?

Life is basically a whole line of decisions that you have to make. You screw up once and you get the whole plan thrown off and have to keep making decisions either helping you out or digging you deeper into the hole you've made. Murdoc had decided that he had made a lot of the wrong choices but he didn't know which one that started the domino effect that led to the situation he was in now. Back stage was chaos...security running everywhere, Damon trying to get any type of emotion back into 2D. Noodle was on her cell phone blabbering away in Japanese. And Russel...damnit, Russel wasn't here. How many times did he have to remind himself? Shouldn't it have been seared into his memory when he had to sit where Russel should have been on stage? It was as if things were moving too fast and he was moving too slow and not able to catch up.

Or maybe it was that he was moving too fast and everyone was moving too slow because it felt like it had only been thirty seconds when Jamie alerted them that they had their five minutes. Time to get back on stage.

It had only taken 'thiry seconds' but Murdoc's thought process was speeding up drastically. He couldn't let the concert go on like this. They came back out to hissing, booing, crying, screaming...not the normal reaction Murdoc cherished.

Could he do it? He looked over at the purple-haired guitarist. She looked miserable...worse than when Russel had actually left and he was dealt to stand with her in the room that had just been abandoned by Russel. With his heart feeling like it was being wrenched out he looked over at 2D and let his eyes actually linger on him for more than just a few seconds. He had never seen those black eyes so void of emotion, even when he was in comatose.

He had to.

"'Ey, Noodle," he shouted out, "2D...get over 'ere..."

Noodle did as obeyed right away and 2D did also but hesitantly after a few seconds and watching Noodle walk over to the bassist. Once all three were near enough Murdoc spoke just loud enough for his two remaining band mates to hear him over the noise.

"I can't do this any longer," he said to them. 2D snorted and Noodle tilted her head to her right slightly, trying to make sense of the words.

"What do you mean, Murdoc-san?" Noodle asked.

"You two don' wanna be out 'ere and I'm not 'avin' a blast either," Murdoc explained. "It's been a good run and I fink it's the right time to end it."

Noodle blinked a few times and 2D just seemed to go more lifeless. Murdoc sighed not exactly expecting this type of reaction. Then again, he didn't know what kind of reaction he was supposed to get...didn't even thing about it. In a sense, it would have been impossible. The group had been close at one point...it seemed like so long ago...but now they barely knew each other. They were like people that met at a party once, introduced by a mutual friend.

"Well," 2D said after a few grueling minutes of silence, "ya better tell the lot of 'em." He jabbed a thumb towards the direction of the audience.

"Awright..." Murdoc muttered. It was his fault after all...and it wasn't like he was that cold...making 2D or Noodle make that announcement to the audience... He slowly walked up to the microphone and picked it up.

"Awright, bloody lot of ya," he snarled into it. "We're done, goodnight."

The crowd hissing and booing became louder until it was almost unbearable. Murdoc glanced to his right...he was staring at the audience, well, not staring...he seemed dead but somehow he was still breathing. Glanced to the left...Noodle was looking back stage, her eyes wider than dinner plates.

"Wot is it, Noodle?" Murdoc asked into the microphone so she had at least a chance of hearing him.

She didn't respond verbally or shift her gaze. Slowly she lifted her hand and pointed to where she was staring. Murdoc snapped his attention to the where she was pointing.

Bloody hell, she had a good reason for her eyes to be the size of dinner plates.