The New Manager (Pentatonix)

Epilogue

"What do you mean, you want to go back?" Scott asked, having no clue where his love was speaking from.

"I mean... they look happy. But I miss them, y'know?" Mitch explained, looking through the screen at his old friends.

Heaven was a strange place.

Everything and everyone was perfect.

There was no hate, just love.

Mitch had woken up in heaven, alone. But in a short time, before he had even grasped what had happened, Scott had appeared.

The two had been together ever since.

"I wish that I could meet them again." Mitch sighed, looking through the screen in their house.

In heaven, you could see what was happening back in life. There were viewing screens, and they could be focused in on certain people if you wished. Or animals.

Wyatt meowed loudly through the screen.

"What is it, Wy? There's nothing there." Kirstie said, grabbing the cat, and bringing him back towards her and Jeremy's little boy- Coby Richard Lewis.

She had found out that she was pregnant three months after she lost her friends. She named her son as a tribute to them, and the impact that they had left on her life.

Coby was crying. Him and Wyatt were staring at the same place... right at Scömìche.

Kirstie looked in the same direction, but upon seeing nothing, turned away. Her gaze fell apon Jeremy, and they shared a tired glance.

The screen blurred, and focused back in on Avi. Him and Kevin were in a recording studio.

After everything had gone down, they had turned the A Capella Academy into a dull fledged institute.

They did work with teens, and produced albums for some major musicians. They both still did their own work, and work together. They had sung backup on Kirstie's first album, before her career took off.

"Okay. If you went a little lower here... and a bit higher here. It would improve the harmony immensely." Kevin said, pointing to a part of the track.

Avi rolled his eyes.

"Kev. I'll do my bassman stuff, and you can do your fancy work with beyonce. Maybe YOU should be harmonizing." Avi countered.

The two started bickering playfully.

Blur.

It focused in on... Alex.

He was talking to Jake about wether or not to incorporate some of Jeremy and Kirstie's ideas into their wedding.

Blurred Images flickering from different friends passed over the screen, before focusing again on Esther.

She adjusted her glasses, leaning against Darien. After the crash, her vision got really bad. She got strong glasses, and can still see. She was okay after her bones healed, although her left arm still bothered her from time to time.

"You don't have to do this, Esth." Darien said, looking down at the grass.

She shook her head. "It's time."

She stepped away from him, and knelt down infront of the grave. She smoothed the grass caressing it away from the luxurious granite face, replacing it with white lilies.

"Tomorrow, it'll be two years since the accident. I still hate that I survived it, and you didn't. Both of you deserved a long life together. I just hope that you're having fun together in the clouds."

She accepted Darien's proffered hand, and they left the joint grave.

The screen went black.

"Mitch... they're okay without us. Let them be happy." Scott said, turning towards the bookshelf.

Mitch sighed, before nodding.

The screen disappeared from the wall. It wasn't gone, it just wasn't there.

The two left the wall behind.

The End
C'est fini.