A/n: boop, plus this is André.

Recap:
He seemed unfazed by my actions. He just throws something at me. I grab it, and see what it is. It was sheet music. "Read over that tomorrow."

He then just walks out. I looked at the sheet music. What is this all about?

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Chance's POV

~Hour earlier~

"Hey Frank." Frank looks over at me as we get out of the car. "Brandon, Ronald, and Connor are going to spend the night." He nodded, and my friends and I went down to the basement.

"Lars seems nice." Brandon stated as he sat on the couch. Connor stat next to him eating Cheetos.

I swear he will turn into a Cheeto one day.

"Yeah he does." Ronald agrees. "So what do you guys want to do tomorrow?"

"Eh maybe we could go to the movies or something non athletic." Connor shrugs his shoulders as he licks Cheeto dust off his fingers.

I roll my eyes, and sit in the floor flicking through channels on the TV. That's when I realized I forgot something upstairs. My sheet music!

"Guys I'll be right back." They nodded, and I ran up the steps to get my music. Where is it?! I searched the living, but it wasn't there.

"Chance?" I turned around to see James. "What are you looking for sir?"

"Oh uh hey James. Have you seen my sheet music?" I ask the butler. He nods his head. "Where is it?"

"Here young master." He shows me the sheets. I walked over to get them, but he holds them in the air so I can't reach. "Sir?"

"Ugh c'mon James please hand me the sheets." I try to reach for them, but he holds them higher.

"You know young master that sir Lars plays bass guitar?" He asks me, and I stop jumping.

"What?" He nods his head. "What does that have to do with the sheet music?"

"Well sir I'm just saying that he you have something in common." I was confused... What do we have in common? James sighs, and rolls his eyes. "Music you idiot."

"Oh." He hands me the sheets. "Wait you said bass guitar right?"

"Yes." He states. "You need a bass guitarist for Broken Glass correct?"

I just blinked, and hug him. "You're a genius old man."

He sighs. "I try." I let go of him, and run upstairs to find Lars' room. I finally find it, and knock on the door.

He opens it, and see me. "What do you want?" He stays at me. I don't react.

I toss him the sheet music. Eh I have copies downstairs. He catches it. He looks at it questioningly. ""Read over that tomorrow."

I walk back downstairs to the basement to see Ronald playing with a toy lightsaber. He noticed me walk back in. "Chance I am your father." He jokes.

I just throw a pillow at him, and he falls. "Quit the crap Matthews." I tell him, and he starts laughing.

"Where did you go?" Brandon asks me. Ronald nods as agreement.

"I went yo get my sheet music." I state, and Connor gives me a funny look.

"And where is this 'sheet music?" Connor asks whiles doing finger quotes.

"I gave it to Lars." Brandon looked at me with a confused expression. "Turns out he can play bass guitar. I shrug.

"James told you didn't he?" Ronald questions. I nod. "Sly butler." He smirks.

"So now what?" Connor questions. "We gonna paint each others nails or what?"

"Uh how about no to that first one." I tell him. He nods in what I think is agreement. "We should do what we do every time you guys spend the night."

"Eat Cheetos?" Connor questions.

"Cry over our hopes and dreams?" Ronald questions.

"Plan our enemies death?" Brandon questions, and everyone looks at him.

"Uh no." I state. "Go to the graveyard and try to summon a ghost."

"Oh yeah!" Robert cheers. Connor looks at his lap.

"You sure that would be a good idea?"  He asks and the rest of us nods. "Okay." He states as he gets up. A wide grin on his face. "I'll get the candles."

"Woo go Connor!" Ronald puts an arm around his shoulder.

~at the graveyard~

We put a blanket on the ground, and sat in a circle... Well we tried to. Connor lit the candles, and we hold each other's hands. "So how should we try to contact?" Ronald questions.

"What about Dan Howell?" Brandon suggests.

"He's not dead." I tell him.

"He's dead inside." He shrugs. "Okay, but really how about Agatha O'Malley?"

We all look at the girls grave. Agatha O'Malley died back in 1887. No one really knows how she died. She was about sixteen when I happened, and the fact she was murdered.

"Y-yeah I guess that would be cool." Connor stutters.

"Yeah." Ronald agrees.

I nod my head. "Dear spirit of Agatha O'Malley if you want to speak to us please give us a sign." We got one of the candles burning a little brighter. "Agatha we want to know how you died."

We soon hear a few bushes moving. "Please Agatha we won't cause you any harm... Just answer our questions."

"What are you guys doing?"

A/n: Who was the person who asked what they're doing?

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