Author's Note:
Current song- I Remember You by Skid Row
Cover- Sebastian Bach, because why not?

This is the last chapter, at least for now! Hopefully as I get feed back I will get inspired to add more details and make it a little longer! I hope you've enjoyed it and have come to love the characters as much as I have! Remeber, please vote and leave comments!

The song that the band is playing in this chapter is called Ain't my stop by The Weeks. (All the credit for the lyrics go to them.)

"Well, this is our last song for the night. We are No Bad Days." Roadie says as I come back to reality.

"I need a smoke." I state as a matter of fact as I quickly stand up and start to walk away.

"Heyyyy, no smoking in the costume," Cassie whines and tries to follow.

Lincoln grabs her arm and pulls her back down. "Just let her," he says firmly.

The cool air hits my blushing face as I sneak out the employee/band member only exit. The loading dock was the only place where you could get away with smoking anything and only certain people knew about it. The walls were plastered with stickers, band posters, and signatures of all the past bands that had played the grungy venue. I leaned against the railing as I lit my cigarette, admired the faces that I recognized and let out a sigh of smoke. The stress from the day lifted off my body as I took another drag.

I didn't smoke all the time but it was definitely my go to stress reliever behind alcohol. Heather was the first person I had ever smoked with. Well, her and a senior boy from another school that was in a Skid Row cover band. Cigarettes weren't the only thing I picked up that night. Heather wasn't too into the idea of them but I have stuck with them since. I laughed remembering the face she made when she took her first hit off the Sebastian Bach wannabe's joint. With that reaction who would of thought she would be using it for medical puposes just months later while happily sharing with me. Shaking the memory off I could hear the band finishing their last song, Roadie singing the last verses, "...this sure as hell ain't my stop. This ain't my stop." He sang as the band played him off.

My cellphone began to buzz almost immediately after the music stopped. My friends and the memories that came with them were the last things I wanted to deal with. Ducking behind some of the equipment boxes and a wall I pulled out the joint I had been saving all night. "Your's tasted a lot better girly." I cough after I light it and take a deep drag.

"Sunnie?" A voice startled me making me drop my lighter.

"Oh my god. What the fuck, man?" I look up ready to fight with whoever snuck up on me. "It's you." I sigh as he sits down next to me, "you're not a roadie."

"Yeeeah, sorry to disappoint you, " he laughs as he pushes his sweaty hair back out of his face.

"Ha ha w- wait a minute. How do you know my name?" I ask, confused as I pass him the joint.

He takes a pretty long drag off of it before explaing. "You see, I've always known your name. I've just never known the you that goes with the name."

"How the hell does that even make sense?

"You see," he says as he pulls out his wallet and removes a tattered piece of folded paper. "I was in a band in high school. It was really really shitty. We were called Juliet's Serenade," he laughed as he unfolded the fragile paper. "We had a CD recorded and the shitty cover art to go with it."

"I remember hearing about ya'll from... a friend." I smiled at him.

"Yeah, I think your friend knew my cousin Brandon. One day Brandon gave me this note from her. Dear Cash," he began to read. "I have this friend named Sunnie. Her personality is as bright as her name though I haven't seen that side of her in a while. You see, she's losing everything she's ever known." He stops when he hears me sniffle.

"No, no go on." I push him.

"But I finally saw a glimmer of hope in her eyes when I played her that song you wrote. It had been so long since I've seen... that Sunnie. My Sunnie. I begged her after that to go and see one of your shows with me but she kept telling me next time. There is no next time, Cash. I'm dying and her brother is shipping her off to some shitty boarding school." Cash didn't even have to look at the paper as he read. Like he read it so many times that each word was memorized. "She is such an amazing girl and all she has ever known is disappointment. She is so smart and clever and funny but she is also cold and broken and believes she only needs herself and me. I'm not going to be around anymore. Where does that leave her Cash? I guess what I'm trying to say is thank you for that little glimmer of hope you gave her. Maybe someday in the future you two will meet by some extraordinary circumstances. I always told her that you two would be perfect for each other. Adventure awaits, Heather."

I was a complete sobbing mess by then. I couldn't believe what was happening. "You've kept that all these years?"

He was unfolding another slip of paper. "I didn't think about the letter until I received this a couple months later." He began to read, "If by some miracle you are still making music after that whole finding out your lead singer is a junkie debacle ; make sure to look out for the date, October tenth, and a Big Pink Ballerina Bunny Princess Costume. You'll thank my later, H."

I grabbed the slip of paper, reading it over and over again. Such a tiny piece from a St. Julietta's hospital note pad but it was probably the last thing Heather ever wrote. "Oh Heather," I cried, holding it to my chest.

"I tried finding you Sunnie! I was on tour and Brandon couldn't give me the letter until I got back. And it was even longer after that because he was still a wreck over losing her. I got it so long after the funeral and I tried to find you," he explained. "No one knew where your brother had sent you. A couple years went by and I realized that I had to move on. No matter how hard I looked I just couldn't find you. It was like I was looking for a ghost but in a lot of ways these letters kept pushing me. They kept pushing me to write music and to keep touring and to.... keep looking for you. I always made sure to schedule a gig on this night and in this town. I always kept a look out for this costume."

Cash seemed so anxious as he explained everything to me. I pictured him on stage all those years looking out into the crowd hoping to see the floppy ears of the Big Pink Ballerina Bunny Princess costume. I could picture him hanging his head low as he climbed into the bands van disappointed for another year. I imagined him pulling out the slips of paper, reading them over and telling himself that a year isn't very long. "Oh Cash," I sighed as I placed a hand on his cheek.

He placed his hand over mine, "One year I heard a couple of guys talking about seeing a pink bunny at a club a few blocks away from where my gig was. By the time I got there the bouncer said I had just missed ya'll by a couple of minutes. You were right there, Sunnie."

"You were looking for me this whole time?" I asked with tear filled eyes.

He stood up pulling me with him. "This whole time you've just been some idea on a piece of paper written by some little girl. But for some reason I couldn't get you out of my head. You became a challenge. A purpose. A quest to find the girl with a personality as bright as her name." He takes my face between his hands. "I haven't just been looking for you Sunnie. I've been in love with you for ten years."