Marilyn and Andy walked through the door and Andy was bombarded by CC and Ashley who pulled him into a group hug.

"I missed you guys, too!" Andy giggled.

"So, Andy. CC decided to tell us some pretty important news while you were gone. Care to share, CC?" Jake said.

"...We're going to Warped Tour." CC said.

"Again?" Andy asked, shocked.

"Yeah and-" Jinxx began but was cut off by the sound of Andy's cellphone ringing.

"Hello?" He pressed the phone to his ear. He listened for a few seconds. "He's what?" A few seconds later. "Oh, god. Oh my, god. Okay, thanks for letting me know. Bye."

Andy hung up the phone and looked around the room at everyone's expectant looks . The phone slipped from his hand and crashed to the floor. He turned abruptly and ran out the door and down the street. Marilyn looked around the room at everyone before taking off after him. She saw him standing at the corner of the street with his head in his hands.

"Andy!" She called out but he wouldn't look up. "Hey, Andy? Look at me. Please."

He looked over at her.

"Now, tell me what happened?"

He looked back down at the ground.

"Andy?"

"My...my grandpa... he just... died."

"Oh, Andy. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. I just can't believe he's go-one." He choked on the word gone.

"Come here." Marilyn wrapped her arms around him.

He nuzzled his head into her neck. Marilyn didn't care that she was still mad at Andy. All that mattered to her was making sure Andy was okay and consoled.

"Do you want to stay with Jinxx and Sammi and me tonight?" He nodded and they walked back home together. By the time they got home, everyone else had left because it had been getting late.

Marilyn went up stairs to take a shower. About five minutes in, Sammi walked by the door on her way to her and Jinxx's room. She could hear a faint noise coming from inside the room. She placed her ear against the door and heard Marilyn singing:

Rise up and celebrate your life. We're not alone in our ritual, oh, sing for what you feel inside. Becoming one with out ritual oh, oh. Singing songs of the old days...

Sammi called up her band mates and grabbed a tape recorder from downstairs and ran back up to the bathroom where Marilyn was.

"Alright guys. Listen to this but stay quiet. I'm going in." Sammi whispered into the receiver as she slowly turned the door knob and snuck her way in.

She pressed record and listened to Marilyn singing. She tried to shift the way she was sitting but slipped on some water on the floor. The recorder crashed to the floor, causing a loud noise.

"Shit!" Sammi cursed.

Marilyn poked her head out from behind the shower curtain. "Sammi?! What the fuck are you doing?!"

"Hey, guys, I gotta go..." Sammi hung up the phone. "I'm sorry! You're just, like, an amazing singer! Will you please sing with my band on tour this year?

Oh no, not another tour...