The first thing I thought the nexy morning was that it was my last day in Florida. Tomorrow Selena and I were going to be going abck home. Selena was going back home, and I was going back to school. It was weird. Even though we had only been here a few days, I had grown attatched to Candy. I was going to miss her. I was going to really miss Brian, Nick, and the rest of the gang too. Tomorrow they were to continue with their tour, and they were going to be all over the country. There was no way I was going to be able to stay in touch with them throughout the remaining monthes.

Sadly overcome with these new thoughts, I crawled out of bed and quietly took a shower and got dressed. I was putting on my eye makeup when I heard a light tapping on the door. Since I figured it was Brian, Nick, or maybe even Howie, I was surprised to see that it wasn't any of them. It was Justin. His face was pale, and he looked like he had just gottwn over the flu.

"Hey, can I come in?" he asked hoarsly.

I glanced at Candy's still form and decided it would be best to go to the lounge.

He gestured for me to sit. Eyeing him warily, I shook my head no, crossed my arms, and silently gave him permision to talk.

"Ahhh..." he scratched his head. "Um..well...I just wanted to show you this."

Justin handed me a note. It said almost the same thing Nick's said

"Why did you send those notes?" I asked coldly.

Justin didn't answer, but just hung his head. Finally he uttered: "because I thought Nick was sending them to ME. You see...I didn't write this note. Someone sent it to me."

I raised my eyebrows with doubt.

"I guess there is no reason for you to believe me...I got a secon one like this...but the third time, I saw who put it into my bag."

I looked at Justin, intrigued. I knew that if I were a real detective I shouldn't trust anyone. But A) I wasn't a detective and B) my instincts told me that Justin was being truthful.

I still wanted him to think I was haing serious doubts, "who?" I asked doubtfully.

He looked up at me "Lucy," he said.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"I'm telling you that I saw Lucy putting the notes into my bag."

I couldn't for the life of me understand why Tracy would want Nick dead. For some loony reason...I actually believed him.

"Thanks, Justin," I stood up. "You've given me a lot to mull over."

Why did Lucy want Nick dead? She was absolutly in love with him. Sighing I looked out at the city of Orlando from my fifth floor lounge seat. Lucy was in love with Nick. If there was anyone she would want dead it would be...My heart began to pound as reality crashed into me. Oh my Lord...it WAS Lucy. She DID want me dead. Of course! She knew that Nick and I would be dancing together, and the falling disco ball was meant to hit ME not Nick. And then the South Park cup...now that I thought about it...Tracy popped on over as soon as Nick gave it to me. My heart began to pound. Lucy tried to kill me. Of course she knew of Justin and Nick's rivalry...after all she had been working with Nick for over two years. She knew Justin would assume those notes were from Nick, and that Justin would end up fighting fire with fire by sending his own notes. I jumped up from the couch I was sitting in and ran into my room. I needed to call Brian.

"Brian, don't be ridiculous. That's insanity." Inside though I was giddy with glee at the prospect of Brian Thomas Littell calling me every day.

We were standing near the entrance to the gate of Candy and my flight.

"Ohmigod...Selena wait a minute. I'll be right back. I saw him run around the corner. Flabergasted, (and a little insulted) I crossed my arms and waited. Almost ten minutes later he ran back to me. In his hands he held a half a dozen yellow roses.

My eyes began to water as I delicatly fingered the petels. I had no idea how I was going to travel with these things. But I didn't care. All I cared was that the came from Brian. And he liked me...a lot. Our lips met for one more farewell kiss. I boarded the plane and took my seat next to Candy. That concluded my trip. Lucy was in a mental hospital undergoing psybhiatric evaluation, and Nick...well I never saw Nick again...not until the next time I saw Brian. But hey...that's another story.

This time you guys really have to sign the fiction book because I have finished the story


...And the Music Stopped (the long awaited Sequal)