Epilogue

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'~Tubbo~'

I stare at the giant concert hall, Phill, Techno, Nikki, and Ranboo standing next to me. I turn around and look at the rest of our band, Eret and Fundy, and Clay and George. I let out a small choked sob before holding my chest. I let a few tears slip from my eyes.

"We're here Tommy. We brought each other here." I whisper out sadly. Nikki puts a hand on my shoulder, our first performance here is in 4 hours. We have to get everything set up, I start setting the chairs up with a sinking feeling in my stomach.

'~3rd person~'

That night was the debut of the McYt band. Every ticket was sold out as the guitars and drums made a wonderful organization of music ranging from pop to rock. For the very last song, which was to be a Jazz song. An extra chair was brought out, and a trumpet placed on it.

Tubbo looked at the trumpet once, before focusing back on the sheet music in front of him. In the middle of the piece everyone took a solo, there was a moment of silence. Just a brief one, one waiting for an instrument to fill it with music. A gap waiting for someone to appear and play. But nothing filled the space.

Once the concert was over they all took a bow, and left a spot between Ranboo and Tubbo. A spot big enough for a certain blonde haired tall boy, who would never come to bow with them. After every concert they had, they would play that one jazz song. The song they were supposed to present to the school for club day. One of the last two things the lost boy had put his heart and soul into.

Little did they know, the silence was filled every concert with a few notes from the boy who played the trumpet. A few had claimed to see a ghostly figure on stage, during the moment of silence playing the trumpet sitting in the empty chair. People have also said that the same ghostly figure took the bow with them, right in the gap.

After every bow, the figure would walk up to Tubbo and place it's hand on the left side of his chest. Almost as if it were listening, listening for a heart beat. Listening for proof that he was in fact, with his best friend through the entire journey.

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Ahahaha I'm crying

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