I can't believe it. After everything we've been through, this is it: his last music video. "So, lemme get this straight, Paulie. You guys are shooting this music video, which happens to be a cover of an Argent song, for an incredibly stupid-sounding movie called "Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey"? I asked, curious as to why the heck we were ankle-deep in water in some random warehouse. "You got it, doll!" Paul replied with a wink. "Wow, you guys will do anything for cash!" I snickered, sticking my tongue out at Gene. "Hey, quit bellyaching, and let's light this fuse!" Eric's voice piped from behind his kit. My handsome fox's gorgeous halo of dark-brown hair had long since been replaced with a wig and his voice was not nearly as strong as it once was; the spark of energy I loved was still there though, giving him a subdued strength. Nothing, not even his final battle with the Destroyer would keep my fox from pounding those drums into oblivion with every ounce of energy he could muster. "You heard the man! Let's go!" Bruce cried,  pumping his fist into the air.

God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you

Put it in the soul of everyone

Do you know what you want? You can't know for sure

You don't feel right, you can't find a cure7

And you're gettin' less than what you're looking for

You don't have money or a fancy car

And you're tired of wishing on a falling star

You gotta put your faith in a loud guitar

God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you

Gave rock and roll to everyone (oh yeah)

God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you

Put it in the soul of everyone

Now, listen

If you wanna be a singer, or play guitar

Man, you gotta sweat or you won't get far

Cause it's never too late to work nine-to-five

You can take a stand or you can compromise

You can work real hard or just fantasize

But you don't start livin' 'till you realize

I gotta tell ya

God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you

Gave rock and roll to everyone 

God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you

Put it in the soul

God gave rock and roll to you (to everyone he gave the song to be sung)

Gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to everyone

God gave rock and roll to you (to everyone he gave the song to be sung)

Gave rock and roll to you, saved rock and roll for everyone

Saved rock and roll

God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you
Gave rock and roll to everyone
God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you
Put it in the soul of everyoneGod gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you
Gave rock and roll to everyone
God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you put it in the soul
I know life sometimes can get tough and I know life sometimes can be a drag
But people, we have been given a gift, we have been given a road
And that road's name is rock and roll
Gave rock and roll to everyone
God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you
Put it in the soul of everyone
God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you
Gave rock and roll to everyone
God gave rock and roll to you, gave rock and roll to you

I closed my eyes and let the soft sound of Eric's voice wash over me; the harmony between him and Paul was almost tangible. Thank you, Paul and Gene, for letting him do this. He wanted to do this...no, needed to do it. If he's gotta tell the fans goodbye, this is the way he wanted to do it: by punching them in the face with a sound like a Mac truck. "That's a wrap!" the director called. I ran over to them, wiping my eyes as I came. "The fact that they're using this for the end credits is a total crime! That was beautiful!" I exclaimed. "Thanks, hon. Hey, Gene. Why'd we agree to do it for this cornball movie, again?" Paul asked sarcastically. "Because we've got a couple hundred thousand Ben Franklins waiting for us, that's why!" Gene replied, flicking his tongue. "Eric, your solo was beautiful." I said quietly, pulling him close. "God definitely gave me rock and roll in the form of a sweet, feisty fox who made me easily the happiest woman on earth. I love you, Eric Carr." He smiled the sweetest smile I'd ever seen as he looked into my eyes. "Suzy, right now, I couldn't care less that I don't have much time left. As of this moment, I'm the proudest, most exhausted guy in the world. I'm doing what I love, with the guys I'm proud to call my brothers, all for the woman I love. As far as I'm concerned, this heart cancer can kiss my foxy butt!" he shouted energetically, his voice reverberating off the warehouse walls like a direct challenge to death itself.

And it accepted the challenge...after shooting the music video, Eric got progressively worse; he started slipping away before my eyes. Finally, it got to be too much. My fantastic fox, the man who had rescued me in more ways than one, the man I married, passed under the rose. Little Caesar had finally met his match. "Goodbye, Eric. I'll always love you, my foxy Little Caesar." I whispered, tears flowing freely as I kissed him one last time, but he didn't hear me; he'd been in a coma for a few days now. I was enveloped instantly by three pairs of strong arms; Paul, the sensitive romantic, Gene, the hard-rock businessman, and ever-loyal Bruce, Eric's best friend. They were three totally different guys at this moment: they weren't mourning for a bandmate. They were mourning for their little brother. 

What the heck just happened!?! I sat up, dazedly looking around. "Are you ok, sweetheart?" I heard a male voice ask. It was Paul, who was still wearing his makeup. I'm...I'm back. "I think I'm ok. Thanks, Paul." I replied slowly, as he helped me up. "I saw you get knocked out right before I started my solo. We tried to get to you, but you'd already hit the ground and there were too many people around. I'm so sorry, Suzy." Tommy apologized. "Aw, Tommy! It's ok. It was an accident. By the way...what the deuce happened, anyway?" I asked. "It looks like someone randomly threw a bottle in the crowd that just happened to hit you." Eric said. "You were out for a really long time, doll." Gene added. "Like a few days long!" Instead of staring at them like they were nuts, I smiled to myself. A few days? You don't know the half of it, Geno! "What's up, darlin?" Paul asked gently, giving me a curious look. "Hm? Oh, nothing! I was just thinking about the Fox, that's all." I replied quickly. "You missed the rest of the concert. How about we treat you to a private set?" Gene offered. "I'd love that!" I exclaimed happily. 

As the guys struck up,  I noticed a star formation in the night sky that looked like a certain fluffy-haired drummer. Goodbye, my fantastic feisty fox!