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Derek Bailey / Paul Motian — Duo in Concert (frozen reeds)

Specializing in archival recordings, the Helsinki frozen reeds label has come up with another doozy. This time unearthing in the Incus archives previously unreleased concert recordings of guitarist Derek Bailey and drummer Paul Motian for the release "Duo in Concert." Released at the tail-end of 2023, the LP version captures the duo live at the 1990 Jazz Marathon at De Oosterpoort festival in the city of Groningen, the Netherlands. As bonus digital tracks, the label offers recordings made at the New Music Cafe in New York City in 1991. A conversation between Bill Frisell and Henry Kaiser discussing these recordings and their collective experiences playing with Bailey and Motian is included as liner notes.

It's hard to approach a recording from two of my all-time favorite artists with any sense of objectivity, not to mention a heavy dose of expectation. And with a pairing that — at least on paper — doesn't immediately make outright sense, a certain degree of trepidation preempts the initial listening process as well. Accounts of both Bailey and Motian's contrariness and adversarial approach to performing are legion. Having seen both musicians live, I always had the feeling that everything could go off the rails at any moment. There was a certain sense of peril and uncertainty that pervaded their music — and not only because what they were doing was risky but more because they didn't seem to adhere to any rules of musical decorum.

When I first saw Bailey play solo in the mid-1980s, he broke off his set mid-concert to start sharing what seemed like random anecdotes with the audience, then picked right back up and started to play all over again. He stopped abruptly once more a bit later to tune his guitar (actually not much unlike what goes on in Indian classical music). It was almost as if he didn't see the point of himself being there. What he played — when he actually played — was undeniably brilliant. But his attitude came across as ambivalent and irascible, to say the least.

Similarly when I caught Motian in the early 1990s with his trio of Bill Frisell and Joe Lovano, he seemed to revel in the act of eloquent disruption, of not letting things ride but of seeking to derail and create situations where the music took sudden turns down unknown roads. Motian soloed like a kid discovering the drums for the first time, alternately bashing the toms or dropping bombs of bass drum cymbal crashes, then suddenly shifting to exquisite brush work on the snare, echoing his time with Bill Evans.

So, what was I to think of this improbable pairing? Obviously, from the start I was rooting for them. These guys were my heroes. But heroes also fall. I'm happy to say that over repeated listens "Duo in Concert" did not disappoint for one second of these recordings. It would be interesting to know if this concert in Groningen was their first meeting, or if they'd had the chance to play together in a more informal setting beforehand, because the 35-minute set sounds so fresh and invigorating. As if they had met for the first time, discovering their shared language and limitations in real-time before a festival audience. Adding to this the music also comes across as very intimate, as if Motian and Bailey had already played many years together and were picking up on a conversation they'd been having the last time they met. Consequently, both players sound not only completely engaged with the music, but actually excited by what they're coming up with. Practically as though they found themselves in a perpetual state of surprise and delight for the entire length of the concert. "Duo in Concert" is truly an inspiring listen.

There is much to expect that actually transpires: Bailey's spikey, chromatic fields played in jagged rhythmic runs across an incredibly wide dynamic range, spanning the spectrum from ringing harmonics on the verge of feedback to barely caressing the strings with his pick. And then there's Motian's incredible brush work paired with bombastic tom fills and tremorous bass drum drops. The real mystery is how this all manages to coalesce into — for lack of a more apt expression — an undeniable example of sheer poetry in sound. The mutual respect and inspiration between Motian and Bailey so evident in these recordings is in itself one of the most compelling aspects of this release.

A major unifier here would have to be Bailey and Motian's shared backgrounds in jazz. Bailey used to refer to himself in his earlier musical incarnation as previously sounding something like Jim Hall. But of course by the mid-1960s had realized he would, as Henry Kaiser states in the liner notes, have to depart for Planet Improv and leave the world of jazz behind. By this point in his long career Motian still had certainly more invested in the jazz tradition but seemed not to worry about what this meant. He'd long since moved on beyond what the rule keepers of the jazz world had imposed. Yet Motian also never went totally free like Bailey. And in fact, this would be the first record I'd heard where Motian plays from scratch, without any vague road map or composition to steer the musical proceedings.

But it is precisely this jazz background which lends an unmistakable narrative thread to the concert at Groningen. Bailey and Motian's collaboration is truly like a conversation in the most literal sense of the word. And like the greatest musical conversations in the context of jazz music, both players join together for this one brief point in time to tell a story together, listening and building their musical ideas from their dialogue. As hackneyed as this may sound, the end effect is a perfect example of instant composing, of creating a totally cohesive, rigorously structured piece of music from thin air.

And this encompasses  signifiers of a more narrative approach along the way: towards the midpoint of the set, Bailey fades out to let Motian take the practically obligatory drum solo, a roiling, thunderous affair across the toms and cymbals. This is followed by Bailey jumping back in with what in a more conventional jazz piece, could be the main soloist picking up again with another long passage. Along the way Bailey engages in some of the most impressionistic and nearly melodic playing I've ever heard from him, even approaching what one could construe as comping rapid chord variations to Motian's hard-driving pulse. The set ends with Motian playing a very grooving swing pattern on the high hat that not only absolutely works with Bailey's field of dissonant harmonic notes but is in itself a stroke of genius, melding the two worlds of jazz and obdurate free improvisation with a gesture of contrast and a nod to the history both of these musicians had left far behind but by no means forgotten.

For fans of Derek Bailey and Paul Motian "Duo in Concert" is an absolute must listen. For those unfamiliar with either of these artists' work, this release would be a great place to start, not only because it captures them both at the height of their powers but is also a convincing and highly moving documentation of free improvised music that shouldn't be missed.

Jason Kahn

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Jason KAHN

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[huishengchang]

Album Review - I Smile When the Sound Is Singing Through the Space (duo w/ Jason Kahn)

Jason Kahn / Alice Hui-Sheng Chang I Smile When the Sound Is Singing Through the Space (Self-Released)

As a longtime admirer of Jason Kahn’s work, I Smile When the Sound Is Singing Through the Space left my jaw on the floor. Tawainese vocalist Alice Hui-Sheng Chang and Kahn have worked together since 2015, and this cathartic exposition was recorded during a 2023 residency at Ting Shuo Hear Say in Tainan, Taiwan. Clairvoyance takes shape in the extended techniques and guttural washes. Voices quiet and explode, running through frequencies like a twisting monsoon flood across parched earth. Each turn leaves me further captivated. The timbres of each voice simultaneously complement and spoil the other, building an uncertain tension between various diverging expressions. It’s a wild, enthralling ride. At points it’s like Kahn is fading into nothingness, his voice broken and scattered as Chang melodiously twitters and dances in the dust left behind. It’s rife with drama and release. Fans of Tazartès and Charmaine Lee take note. Highest recommendation.

By Brad Rose

Published on Foxy Digitalis online music magazine

The Capsule Garden Vol 3.12: May 8, 2024

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jason kahn & richard francis -- 9: 54

[celiawrites14]

OC Names

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid's love interest - Alyssa Jackson (oc, no relation to anybody on the show)

Aaron Hotchner's love interest - Olivia Rossi (Dave's daughter)

Luke Alvez's love interest - Sarah Reid (Spencer's twin sister)

Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton's love interest - Audrey Lilyington (cousins to Kate's family)

Anthony Bridgerton's love interest - Polly Fetherington (Penelope's older sister)

Benedict Bridgerton's love interest - Caroline Abernathy (Lucy's older sister)

Grey's Anatomy/Station 19

Andrew DeLuca's love interest - Lindsey Webber (Richard's daughter)

Mark Sloan's love interest - Grace Shepherd (Derek and Amelia's sister)

Alex Karev's love interest - Haley O'Malley (George's sister)

Jack Gibson's love interest - Ashley Sloan (Mark's Sister)

MCU

Peter Parker - Taylor Rogers (Steve's sister)

Bucky Barnes' love interest - Lauren Stark (Tony's sister)

Steve Rogers' love interest - Rebecca Barnes (Bucky's sister)

Thor - Alex Maximoff (Pietro and Wanda's sister)

One Tree Hill

Lucas Scott's love interest - Madison James (Hailey's sister)

Nathan Scott's love interest - Anna Sawyer (Payton's sister)

Q's love interest - Natalie Scott (Nathan's full sister, Lucas' half sister)

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank's love interest - Lily Routledge (John B's sister)

John B. Routledge's love interest - Melissa Jane Maybank (MJ) (JJ's sister)

Rafe Cameron's love interest - Cassie Roberts (progue!reader)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester's love interest - Samantha Singer (Bobby's daughter)

Sam Winchester's love interest - Stephanie Bradbury (Charlie's sistere)

John Winchester's love interest - Meghan Harvell (Wililam Harvell's sister, Jo's aunt)

Shameless

Lip Gallagher's love interest - Alison Milkovich (Mickey and Mandy's sister)

Pretty Little Liars

Jason DiLaurentis' love interest - Andy Rivers (Caleb's sister)

Mike Montgomery's love interest - Emma Hastings (Spencer's sister)

Noel Kahn's love interest - Kate DiLaurentis (Alison and Jason's sister)

Caleb Rivers' love interest - Brooke Montgomery (Aria and Mike's sister)

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Curimomo #18

Curimomo #18 - mortal kombat

Los niveles de poder en esa saga son casi inexistente

[celiamae99]

Series

I am currently writing two series.

the first is for Pretty Little Liars

OC is one of The Liars

She is particularly close to Hanna

She starts off in a relationship with Noel but it will soon transfer to Jason and then Mike and then probably back to Jason

This will cover trauma (PTSD, lying, stalking, sexual assault, underage sex, anxiety, depression, underage drinking, bullying, substance abuse, other mental health challenges, violence, murder, etc.)

the second is for Outer Banks

OC is John B's sister

She and John B have the same Dad but not the same Mom

She's best friends with Kiara

Kiara and JJ probably won't have a thing at all

This will also cover trauma (including but not limited to: physical abuse, mental abuse, sexual assault, anxiety, depression, underage drinking, underage sex, underage smoking (weed and tobacco), bullying, substance abuse, other mental health challenges, violence, murder, etc.)

Slow burn, but eventually JJ X OC

both will be posted to my wattpad account too. i will post the link at a later date.

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Via Jason Mitchell Kahn's Instagram Story (May 1st, 2023)

[badguysgalore]

Send me a Villain, and I will give my honest opinion of them.

[datshitrandom]

via Jason Mitchell Kahn's IG Story | May 1st, 2023

[ghostinacardboardbox-oldblog]

Anyone have comics recs for me? I’m currently reading old Spider-Man comics (the run by Lee and Ditko) and some Batman stuff (but I’m not actually a huge Batman fan, I’m really here for all of the other Batfam members), and I’ve also read the 2019 Black Widow run by the Soska sisters and absolutely loved it. I’m more interested in DC than Marvel but will accept recommendations for both, and I’d prefer stories that don’t require a huge amount a background info? Lore is fine, I love lore, but I’m also looking for good runs for comic newbies. Any help is appreciated.

[dustedmagazine]

You Nakai — Reminded by the Instruments: David Tudor's Music  (Oxford University Press)

You Nakai's Reminded by the Instruments: David Tudor's Music is a mammoth and vividly detailed analysis of the late David Tudor's trajectory from boy prodigy on the church organ to one of the first purveyors of live electronic music, with stops along the way as go-to pianist interpreting scores from most of the major composers of experimental music through the 1950s. Clocking in at 768 pages with over 300 images of Tudor's performances, instruments, schematics and block flow diagrams, the book goes into intense detail and will not be an easy read for those looking for a mere chronology of Tudor's work. Nor will the book please those in search of anecdotes about Tudor's personal life. As the title implies, this book is mainly about the instruments Tudor developed and used in his live-electronic work from the early 1960s until his death in 1996.

The very notion of what Tudor considered an instrument takes Nakai's research down a long, and at times, circuitous path through numerous interviews with former friends and colleagues, such as Gordon Mumma and Pauline Oliveros, to mining the archives of the David Tudor Papers at the Getty Research Institute in Los Angeles, the David Tudor Collection at Wesleyan University in Middletown Connecticut (with over 500 instruments; 150 of which were built by Tudor himself) and the Merce Cunningham Dance Foundation Records at the New York Public Library. This trove of material included receipts, crumpled notes, random scribbles on the backs of envelopes, empty packages of electronic components, clippings from hobby electronics magazines, letters from strangers, train and bus tickets, circuit plans, photos, tapes of interviews, video recordings and bills of material for various electronic projects.

If this at all sounds overwhelming, you'd be more than right in thinking so. And it seems this was also the case for Nakai, who at the beginning of his work on the book, which went from 2007-2019, knew next to nothing about analog electronics. The actual idea of writing about Tudor's work stemmed from a random peek into the archives at the Getty Research Institute when Nakai was doing research there for another project. This led to Nakai spending the next 12 years of his life studying and writing about Tudor's work, which for Nakai most resembled a black box that, in order to be fully understood, demanded to be dismantled and looked at from the inside. To achieve this, Nakai employed a method of research he termed reverse-musicology, in which he tried to approach Tudor's materials as Tudor would have approached them himself. But what did this mean exactly?

Part of the answer lies in Nakai's chosen title for the book, taken from a fragment of the Walt Whitman poem A Song for Occupations, which Tudor had scribbled in one of his notebooks around 1955: All music is what awakens from you when you are reminded by the instruments. For Tudor, being reminded by the instruments meant, in his words, Observing electronic components and circuitry as individual and unique, rather than as servomechanisms, revealing their personalities, directly related to the particular musician involved with them. The deeper this process of observation, the more the components seem to require and suggest their own musical ideas, arriving at that point of discovery, always incredible, where music is revealed from the 'inside,' rather than 'outside.'

This quote is one of the few directly written by Tudor in Nakai's book. Tudor was not known for talking much about his work, if at all. He was often viewed as something of an enigma or living puzzle by his friends and colleagues. One of Nakai's main premises for working on this book was to approach Tudor's materials as Tudor did himself. Which in Tudor's case would be how he went about trying to solve the particular puzzle involved with interpreting a musical object, composition or performance. As John Cage once said about his friend, favorite musician and interpreter of his work, Tudor's interest in puzzles invited the whole thing of indeterminacy. To these ends, Nakai devised a two-fold method of approaching the massive puzzle that was Tudor's work: 1) Observe the given material thoroughly in an unbiased way until it reveals its own nature. 2) Bias the subsequent approach to the material based on this nature.

Nakai went to herculean lengths to understand the nature of Tudor's instruments. At the Wesleyan University collection he opened up the 500 instruments stored there and copied down their circuit plans, without at first even understanding what he was looking at. He took photos of nearly every single bit of material at the Getty Research Archives and transcribed all the recordings of Tudor's interviews to be found in the New York Public Library. Through this research Nakai hoped the nature of Tudor's instruments and their place in his work as a composer and performer would reveal themselves.

Tudor himself would have to be counted as the main instrument in Nakai's study. In 1959 the Italian composer Sylavno Bussotti sent Tudor a new collection of pieces entitled Five Piano Pieces for David Tudor. As Bussotti explained in a letter to Tudor, the pieces were not meant as an homage to Tudor but that they were written for Tudor the instrument, as one might compose a piece for orchestra or string quartet. Even before Bussotti's piece, many composers, including John Cage, Morton Feldman and Earle Brown, had written their pieces explicitly with Tudor in mind. They were composing in the context of how David Tudor would solve the puzzle of interpreting their pieces, many of which were graphical scores that gave an enormous amount of leeway in how they could be realized.

Tudor also viewed himself as an instrument, though this notion took root many years before composers began considering him as one. Tudor's lifelong interest in the work of the Austrian occultist Rudolph Steiner, who once wrote, Each human being was composed as a musical instrument, helped Tudor see the connection between the physical nature of the material he was working with and a metaphysical concern of his own nature. This side of Tudor's work, like many aspects of his life, was little known during his lifetime. Profoundly influenced by Steiner's book, The Inner Nature of Music and the Experience of Tone: The Occult Basics of Music, Tudor even went so far as to become a member of the Anthroposophical Society in 1957. It was this occult approach to understanding the nature of musical objects, as well as himself, which guided Tudor through much of his work.

Nakai faced many challenges in writing about Tudor's work, and not just because Tudor himself spoke or wrote very little about what he was doing. Beyond the hurdle of Tudor's reticence was a problem of concept that Tudor brought to the notions of composer vs. performer, score vs. instrument and composition vs. improvisation. Tudor dismantled, expanded and sometimes just downright ignored these categories. There was also the issue of, as Nakai terms it, Tudor's low threshold of boredom, moving in the course of his life from organ to piano to bandoneon and then electronics. Even when Tudor finally arrived at his phase of working solely with electronics, this was often coupled with visual elements, such as his decades-long work with the Merce Cunningham Dance Company or many projects in collaboration with visual artists.

"Reminded by the Instruments" leaves the door open to many other sides of Tudor's life, which Nakai freely admits to omitting in his opus. This would include, for example, Tudor's contact with Borbetomagus and what he thought about the nascent noise music scene in the United States — something Tudor referred to as pop groups! Nakai also avoided spending much time on areas covered in other books about Tudor, such as writing about Rainforest (probably Tudor's most famous piece), his piano realizations in the 1950's or participation at the Darmstadt seminars and Black Mountain College events with John Cage. The main focus here is the instruments and the transitions during Tudor's life. In particular, how Tudor went from being a performer of other people's music to being a composer of his own.

And this is often what is referred to as the great mystery surrounding Tudor's career: why did he stop performing on piano? Was it, as he (half?)-jokingly recounted to Alvin Lucier, Alcohol goes very well with electronic music; it's not so good with piano playing! Or, as he recounted in a joint interview with John Cage in 1972 on KPFA radio, I got tired of the sound of it. And I had a great desire to not have to hear it anymore! As much surrounding Tudor's life, this will probably remain a mystery. Just as his transition from interpreter of other people's work to being a composer in his own right. When did this happen, how? Part of the difficulty in answering such questions lies in the fact that Tudor redefined what composition meant. Or what performance meant. Or even what an instrument was. Virtually every aspect of Tudor's work went against traditional concepts. Which isn't to say that Tudor was at all interested in what all these concepts meant, traditionally or experimentally. Rather, the very nature of the material Tudor worked with caused these concepts to acquire new meaning.

Aside from the incredibly detailed look at Tudor's instruments and his approach to electronic music performance, the book offers an ancillary view of experimental music from the 1950's to the time of Tudor's death in 1996, touching on indeterminacy, prepared piano techniques, graphical scores, the introduction of live-electronics (as opposed to tape playback of pieces composed in a studio) and sound installation. So many of the ideas discussed in this book that Tudor began working with very early on are in such common usage today that we might as well imagine they'd always been with us. This would include no-input systems, field recordings, sound visualization, hardware hacking, circuit bending and sound art, just to name a few. "Reminded by the Instruments" provides the mind-boggling perspective that David Tudor had his hand in nearly all these developments, back in a time when there was no internet. When circuit diagrams had to be clipped out of magazines like Popular Electronics and everything Tudor needed to realize his ideas had to be built from scratch, either by himself or by commissioning electrical engineers to do it for him.

Nakai sums up his effort in Reminded by the Instruments as not so much to produce a faithful representation of Tudor's work, but to coordinate the scattered pieces of the puzzle to create a lively realization that future readers may use for this or that purpose. In which case, this book will provide virtually endless inspiration for anyone trying to find their own way as composers or performers or something else as yet to be defined until they themselves discover what that is.

Jason Kahn

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W A T C H I N G

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Listen/purchase: I Smile When the Sound Is Singing Through the Space by Jason Kahn / Alice Hui-Sheng Chang

Jason Kahn // voice Alice Hui-Sheng Chang // voice Eight pieces of free vocal improvisation by the duo of Jason Kahn and Alice Hui-Sheng Chang, who have been working together since 2015. "I Smile When the Sound Is Singing Through the Space" is their second release and was recorded during Jason Kahn's one-month artist residency in September 2023 at Ting Shuo Hear Say in Tainan, Taiwan

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Things I Won't Write:

Sex Crimes of ANY KIND, Super Violent/Xtreme Kinks, Inflation, Feederism, Abuse, Puke, Shit, DDLG, Age Play, Raceplay, Wound Fucking, Gore, Vore, Misgendering, Lesbian x Male, Gay Man x Female, Stepcest etc... no exceptions!

Fluff, Angst, Platonic. (Go to my other fanfic blog for that.)

Things I Will Write:

Genderbent Characters, Mild Yandere, Daddy/Mommy Kink, Cheating, Mild BDSM, CNC, Dubcon, Monsters, Hybrids, Sex Pollen, Legal Age Gap, Power Imbalance (Prof/Student, Boss/Employee), Feet, Armpits, Piss, Breeding, Mild Bloodplay & Knifeplay, Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Voyeur, Public Sex, Orgy, 3somes, Sex Toys, Overstim, Edging, etc... etc... :P

*if you aren't sure, just ask!* :)

HC's, One Shots, Multi-Chapter, Drabbles, F/O Imagines.

Canon-friendly, AU's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Ch x OC / OC x Reader / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on! (you can request other characters from these fandoms, but it might take me longer!)

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve. Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee. YOU: Joe, Love, Beck, Peach. Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta. Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson. (Human Ver) Attack on Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin. BNA: Michiru, Shirou. Stardew Valley: All Adult Humans. (Including SDVE & RSV) Total Drama: All season 1 contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley. SheRa: All Adults (Except Rogelio) King Of The Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luanne, Nancy, Dale, John Redcorn, Kahn, Min. Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V, Tony. Riverdale: FP Jones, Jughead, Veronica, Hiram, Betty. Creepypasta: Ben, Jeff, Jane, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Toby, Nina, Clockwork, Splendorman, Kate. Gravity Falls: Stan, Ford, Soos, Giffany Steven Universe: Jasper, Amethyst, Blue Diamond, Peridot, Lapis, Garnet, Rose, Bismuth, Greg. Adventure Time/Fiona and Cake: Princess Bubblegum, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona. COD: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria. Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabby, Edie, Mike, Lynette. DC: Batman, Harley, Joker, Ivy, Lex Luthor (Jesse Eisenburg). Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface (general), Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Wraith, Huntress, Trapper, The Trickster, Pearl, Carrie White, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven. Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Waluigi, Bowser. Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo. Rick and Morty: Rick, Beth, Jerry. Stranger Things: Robin, Billy, Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper. Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast. Princess & The Frog: Shadow Man, Tiana, Lottie, Naveen. Ratatouille: Collette, Linguini. The Nanny: CC, Fran, Maxwell. Full House: Danny, Jesse, Joey. BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Amy, Penny. Spiderverse: Miguel, Jessica Drew. Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite. Breaking Bad: Skylar, Jesse, Walter. National Treasure: Benjamin Gates, Riley Poole. Superstore: Jonah, Amy, Dina. Spongebob: Man Ray, Dennis. Tangeled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell. Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy. Jane the Virgin: Jane, Micheal, Rogelio, Petra, Xiomara, Rose, Luisa. Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie. Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie. Scott Pilgrim vs The World: Kim, Gideon, Ramona, Wallace. American Animals: Evan Peters (Warren), Barry Keoghan (Spencer). The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler. Little Mermaid (2023): Ariel, Eric. Bob's Burgers: Linda, Bob. Avatar: Jake, Neytiri. Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff.My Hero Academia: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa. Futurama: Leela, Amy, Fry, Bender. Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Wiploc, Zeebo, Valerie. Supernatural: Dean, Sam, Castiel.

Sherlock (2010): Sherlock Holmes, John Watson. Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden.

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch) Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River) Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby) Randy Marsh (South Park) Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Prairie) Master Chief (Halo) Ian Hawke (Alvin & The Chipmunks) Poe Dameron (Star Wars: The Force Awakens) Linda Gunderson (Rio) Bruce (Beyond Therapy) Jack Harrison (Transylvania 6-5000) Peggy Bundy (Married… With Children) Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto) Scarecrow (Batman Begins) John Wick (John Wick 4) David Levinson (Independence Day) Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)Mike (5lbs of Pressure) Santa/Babbo Natale (Violent Night) Dan Conner (Roseanne) Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House) Lt. Robert 'Bob' Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick 2022) Francine (American Dad) Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs) Fujimoto (Ponyo) Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980) Doug Remer (Baseketball) Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park 1993) Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops) Astarion (Baulders Gate 3) Trevor Phillips (GTA5)Shaun Murphy (The Good Doctor) Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia) John Doe (John Doe Game) Paul Blart (Paul Blart Mall Cop) Fezzik (Princess Bride)

[celiawrites14]

the one with the pilot

warnings: (some but not limited to) death, implied death, sex, lying, swearing, angst, smut

We were all in Spencer's barn, laughing and giggling, even though there was a huge storm going on outside. I had gotten there moments before and took my spot next to Hanna. While all six of us were best friends, Hanna and I were the closest to each other. She passed me a cup of whatever they were drinking and I took a huge drink. We were all there, Emily, Hanna, Aria, Spencer, and me. The only person missing - Alison.

All of the sudden, the lights and music went off. We all kind of freaked out internally for a moment.

"What was that?" Emily asked, speaking up.

Spencer answered, "It must be the storm." Always there with the logical answer. There was a noise out there that sounded like a squeak and Hanna and I grabbed each other's hand.

"Something out there," Aria insisted and right after she said that, the barn door opened and we all jumped. We all got up and huddled together. As we got closer, there was a loud blair and Alison jumped out at us.

"Gotcha!" She smiled at us.

"Ahh!" We all screamed at her.

"That's so not funny, Alison!" Spencer huffed at her but we all laughed and sat back down.

"Ali, did you download the new Beyonce?" Hanna asked her. "Lily just got around to it."

"Not yet!"

"I'm loving her new video!" Emily said, excitedly.

"Maybe a little too much, Em?" Alison poked at her suggestively, and I rolled my eyes. ALi gave the glass that we were drinking out of to Aria. "You turn, go on." Ali encouraged.

Aria took a bigger drink than normal, which caused Spencer to warn, "Careful Aria. Take too much and you'll tell us all your secrets."

"Friends share secrets," Alison told us. "That's what keeps us close. Drink up." She told us as Aria passed the glass back to Hanna and me.

"I promise I tell you the most," I whispered to Hanna.

"Ditto," She held out her pinky to me and I took it with mine and squeezed it. "You're the only one who knows about Sean."

"You're the only one who knows about Noel."

"What, what?" I asked grogally.

"Where's Ali and Spencer?" Hanna asked us.

"We don't know," Aria told us.

"What do you mean you don't know?" I demanded, they couldn't just be gone.

I got up and went to the door, just as Spencer came back into the barn.

"Ali?" Aria asked Spencer, wondering where our blonde friend was.

Spencer looked confused. "She's gone."

"What do you mean she's gone?" Aria asked, all of us growing confused.

"I've looked everywhere for her. I think I heard her scream." Spencer told us.

"We need to find her!" I demanded.

ONE YEAR LATER

"Dad!" I yelled, getting my backpack ready for school. "Have you seen my water bottle?"

"It's right here," He called from the kitchen. "You never wash it and I took it upon myself to do so for you like the good father that I am." He told me coming into the living room and handing me the water bottle, which was full of water and ice.

"You're the best," I smiled at him. "I'd be lost without you."

"Now that's what my ego needed to hear today."

I rolled my eyes. "Take it while you can because I'm not feeding it anymore."

"You say that, but we both know that's only going to last until you need something."

I laughed at my dad. "Very true, Dad."

"Knock, knock." Noel Kahn said at the door.

"Oh great, your boyfriend the jock is here."

"Dad!" I protested and he rolled his eyes and went back into the kitchen. It was no secret that my dad did not like Noel and he made it very obvious.

"Hey, don't sweat it." He said coming over to me. "I just haven't wooed him over yet."

I sighed, very annoyed with my dad. "You say that every time, and yet, here we are, a year later."

He threw his million dollar smile at me, which by default, made me smile. "Let's go to school. We need to get you to voice lessons with Mrs. Shelton and you don't want to be late."

"That is very true." I told him, putting my arms around his middle and hugging him tightly. He put his arm around my shoulder and rested his chin on my head. "Dad!" I called to him.

"Yeah, here's your lunch and your protein shake." He said walking into the living room. "And because I'm feeling nice, I made your boyfriend one." He eyed Noel, who had taken a step away from me when Dad came into the room.

"Thanks, Mr. Grey. I really appreciate that. I have practice today so it will be nice to have the extra protein."

"I still don't like you. I'm working on it."

"Dad!"

"I'm trying!" Dad defended himself.

"It's fine, Lily." Noel promised me.

"I can be in a room with him now." Dad pointed out.

"Before he couldn't even stand to see my name on your phone." Noel concurred. I shook my head before hugging my dad and leaving with Noel.

"He's impossible," I sighed, buckling myself in the front seat of Noel's car.

"He loves you." Noel told me as he pulled out of the driveway and headed to school.

"And I love him. And you!" Noel pulled over at the library. "What?" I asked, confused to why he stopped. He stared at me for a second. "Seriously, what?"

He put one hand in my hair and the other grasped the side of my neck and he pulled me into a hot, passionate kiss. When we finally pulled away, I was dazed and needed to catch my breath.

"I love you too," Noel told me before pulling away and driving the rest of the way to school.

Noel and I walked into our English class together and I spotted Hanna and Mona. I sent Hanna a small smile before sitting next to Noel. I looked around the classroom to see who was in it with us and my eyes widened slightly when I saw Aria sitting next to Emily. I had no clue that she was back. I sent them a smile as I saw Spencer and Andrew trail in. Spencer took the open spot next to me before turning and talking to Andrew.

"So, I was thinking that tonight maybe we could go somewhere for supper, ya know, to celebrate. And then maybe head up to the cabin?"

I turned my attention away from my old friends and looked at my boyfriend. "Yeah! That sounds great. Maybe we finally dip into that bottle of red that your brother gave us." I smiled at him.

"And then maybe we'll sit in the hot tub?"

"I think we could do a lot more than sitting." Noel winked at me and I blushed. How did he still have this affect on me a year later?

I bit my lip as the new teacher came in. He wrote his name on the board Mr. Fitz. When he turned around, his eyes landed on Aria.

"Oh crap." He said, and we all looked at each other confused and then to Aria. Her phone rings, which makes her embarrassed.

"Sorry." She said quietly, looking at her phone.

"I'm Mr. Fitz, your new English teacher."

After class, I made my way to the hallway. Noel and I stopped at my locker. Realizing we had a few minutes, I slung my backpack over my shoulders and pulled Noel into kiss me.

He groaned into my mouth, turning and pressing me into the locker. "Let's skip second and go to my car." I giggled against his mouth as he pulled me with him out of school. I sent Spencer and Emily a smile as we walked through the hallway to the doors.

His seat was all the way back, so I climbed in after him and planted myself on his lap and kissed him hard. He ran his hands from my arms down to my ass, squeezing, making me moan into his mouth. His tongue wandered in and took the control he knew he had. I panted as he kissed down my neck, to my collar bone, to my breasts. I grinded on him, trying to find friction. I pulled his mouth back to mine and we kissed heavily. One of his hands found my chest, squeezing tightly. I groaned into his mouth, grinding harder to make more friction where I needed it the most. Eventually, our clothes came off, and the rest was history.

After our car sex, I made my way to third period, one of the few periods I didn't share with Noel. I looked around and noticed the only spot open was next to Hanna. I slid in.

My phone buzzed. Thinking it was Noel, I pulled it out to respond right away, but it wasn't.

Having sex with your boyfriend in his car during school? Naughty, naughty. - A

Who the hell was A? Alison? That was how she signed all her texts and notes. I was so confused. I pushed it out of my mind, thinking about the first time Noel and I had a real conversation. It was all thanks to Hanna.

flashback to 2010

"Okay girls, we have a strict schedule to stay on today." My dad told us as we slid into the back seat of the car. "We are only doing school supplies."

"Dad, we have to get coffee. It's like, a right of passage." I told him.

"Yeah, Dr. Grey. It's essential."

"You guys are fifteen, you're too young for coffee." Dad argued. "And you can call me Mark. Dr. Grey is too formal. Only my patience call me that." It was true, my dad was a doctor.

"Please, you know you want an espresso from The Brew." I laughed when he signed. We won.

"Alright, but just coffee. We're having a family dinner thing tonight with Ashley." Ah yes. Since Hanna's dad had left, twice a week we had been having family dinner with Hanna and her mom. It was nice. Ashley was practically a mother to me, and I hoped that Hanna saw my dad that way.

Hanna and I walked into The Brew together and waited in line to place our orders.

"I can't believe that school is starting in less than a week." I sighed in annoyance. "I feel like summer just started."

"Yeah but at least at school, you can see Noel more often."

"Hanna! Shut up!" I scolded her. "Remind me again why I told you I like Noel?"

"Because I'm your best friend."

"True." I nodded, thoughtfully. "And keeping anything from you is hard."

"Also true, and same."

"Can I take your order?" The barista asked us.

"I'd like a medium iced chai latte with 1% milk, and a medium dark roast espresso with half and half. Hanna?"

"Um, a small iced pumpkin spice latte with skim milk." She said timidly.

"Make it a medium, and do 1% milk." I told the barista.

"You don't have to do that," Hanna argued. "I'm trying to lose weight."

"Your total is $10.50." The barista told me, and I handed him my dad's card.

"You don't need to lose weight." I argued back, signing the receipt and giving it back.

"Yes, I do. Sean will never like me if I'm fat. And Ali said it would be good for me."

"Ali doesn't know anything. She's a size zero. It's okay to not be a size zero. I'm not a size zero"

"Ohh, look, there's Noel." I glanced at where Hanna was looking. She was right. Noel was there. He walked over to us.

"Hey Hanna, Lily. How are you both?"

I froze. What should I say? I couldn't say anything.

"We're good." Hanna nudged me in the side.

"Ha, yeah. Good." I whispered. Oh my God. This was terrible.

"Well, I'm excited to see you more, now that we're going to be going back to school." Noel said, looking directly at me. I was going to pass out.

"Yeah, yeah, we'll have to compare schedules." I mustered up.

"Hopefully, all of our classes are together." He threw his million dollar smile at me and my legs went weak. "You have my number, right?"

"Right." I nodded.

"Lily?" The barista called. I sighed in disappointment.

"I'll get them... you guys ... keep doing whatever this is." Hanna told me.

"Well, I'll make sure to text you my schedule. Maybe we could be study buddies." Noel licked his lips.

"Yeah. Yeah. We could ... study." I said shrugging as indifferently as I could, my insides screaming.

"Yeah, study." He agreed. "Maybe we could do some talking to?"

"I like talking."

"I do too. Especially with pretty girls like yourself." I blushed. "I'll see you around, Pretty Girl."

"See you." I turned to see Hanna smirking at me. "Not one word." I threatened her.

"I didn't say anything."

"You okay?" Hanna asked me quietly as Mr. Nelson walked into our Geometry class.

"Huh?" I asked her, she shook me out of my gaze.

"Are you okay? Your phone buzzed and you spaced out."

"What? Oh, yeah, it was nothing." I dismissed. I pulled out my red notebook and binder.

"Are you sure?" She prodded me. Normally, I would be frustrated with the questioning, but it was Hanna. Hanna and I may not be as close anymore, at one point she was my best friend. And that didn't just go away because we grew apart.

"Yeah, just a text." I smiled slightly at her. "No worries, Hanna."

She smiled back before pulling out her matching red notebook and binder. "I see we still have red for math."

I laughed at her. "English is blue?"

"Science is green."

"History is yellow," We said together and giggled.

"Is there a problem ladies?" Mr. Nelson asked us, glaring slightly.

"Absolutely not." We said in sync.

flashback to 2010

"Why do you both have all the same colored stuff?" My dad asked us.

"Because each school class has a certain color." Hanna explained to my dad.

"It does not," He countered, staring at us like we were crazy.

"It does too," I agreed with Hanna. "Math is red."

"English is blue." Hanna jumped in.

"Science is green."

"History is yellow." We said in sync. We looked at each other and giggled.

"Good Lord, you two are going to be the death of me."

"Dad, we haven't had a family dinner since like last year."

"Which is why we are doing it again. It will be good for everybody."

"Will it? Because it doesn't seem like it."

"You and Hanna used to be so close, what happened?"

"Nothing happened Dad." I sighed, leaning back into Noel's car as I waited for him. "I was hoping to go to Noel's tonight."

"Yeah, it's a school night. Not going to happen."

"So let me just clarify, I can go to Hanna's but not Noel's?

"I'm glad you understand."

"I don't understand and I don't like this."

"I'll meet you there at 5:00, okay?" Before I could argue further, he hung up on me. How rude, I thought.

Noel got into the car and leaned over and kissed me.

"So, we on for tonight?"

"No. I have to go to a family dinner with Hanna and her mom and my dad. It's going to be awful."

"You and Hanna need to stop ignoring each other and be friends again." Noel told me as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"You don't get to agree with my dad on this!" I protested, pulling out my phone to see if there was a message from Hanna on picking anything up.

"All I am saying is that Hanna is still your friend and as much as I love you, I need you to be friends with her again so I can stop learning about girl talk."

"That's just rude. You should want to know when I'm horny and when I have my period!"

"Babe, your sex drive is constant. Just like mine. I know when you get your period because we've been together for a year."

"I know, I just wanted to be with you tonight." I was disappointed, but also some part of me was happy to be with Hanna and her mom. Dad and Noel were right, Hanna was my friend, my best friend, at one point. Maybe we could get that back.

"And we'll have all weekend together at the cabin." Noel promised me. "Right now, go be with Hanna. I'll pick you up tomorrow, okay?"

"I love you, Noel Kahn." I told him, smiling.

He smiled back at me. "I love you too, Lily Grey."

I walked into Hanna's familiar house and was hit with a million different memories.

"Mom?" Hanna called. "Is that you?"

"No, it's uh, it's Lily."

"Oh. I thought you guys were coming later?"

"Ah, no. Dad said to come now and that he would be here after work. I hope that's okay. I can call Noel to come get me if it isn't?" I said awkwardly. Why was it so awkward between us? It never use to be.

"No, no. It's fine. I'm actually glad that you're here."

"Okay, because if it's not, I can..."

"I want you here." She smiled at me and I sighed in relief.

"Okay, good. Because I really have to get through this math homework and I don't understand it at all."

"Then you're in good company because I have no idea what I'm doing either." She smiled at me.

"The island is cleaned off, and my stuff is already out."

We went into her kitchen and struggled through the math homework.

"So, I saw you ditched second period." She said as we wrote out the next problem.

"Yeah, it was just health." I said, trying to brush it off. It took me back to that message I got from A. It was still bothering me. Who was A? Was A even a who? Or was it a what?

"You skipped health class to do the nasty with Noel?" I looked at her and blinked.

"It's a form of health!" I defended myself.

"Whatever you say, you better use protection though."

"Hanna! We are not having this conversation!"

"What conversation?" Her mom asked and we both looked at each other and froze.

"Uh," I said.

"Um," she said.

"Well?" Ashley asked us. "I'm waiting."

"I was reminding Lily to use protection." Hanna blurted and my eyes went as wide as saucers.

"Hanna!" I yelled, shocked at her for telling her mom that I was having sex.

"It's true! You didn't get the mom sex talk so I'm giving you my version." She was on the defense now.

"That doesn't mean you tell your mom!"

"Okay, that's enough. You two still bicker like sisters. Good Lord." She took a deep breath before looking at me. "You - I don't like that you're having sex. I don't like it at all."

I pursed my lips and looked down at my hands. "But if you are, Hanna's right. You need to be using protection. Every time. It's only going to take one time for an accident to happen. Are you on the pill?"

I bit my lip. "I don't want Dad to know I'm having sex."

Ashley was quiet for a moment. "I'll talk to your dad."

I looked at her, still biting my lip. "Are you sure?"

"If it means you are on the pill, yes I will." She turned to Hanna. "I appreciate you telling Lily to use protection, but maybe next time, leave that conversation to me." Hanna looked at me before apologizing.

"I'm sorry, Lily Bean."

"I'm sorry for getting mad Hanna Banana."

"Now that that's settled. Let's cook!"

As we were setting the table, my dad came in. "Hi everybody."

"Hi," We all chorused as we sat down.

"I ran into Ella Montgomery today. Why didn't you tell me Aria was back?" She asked Hanna.

"It's not like we're still friends." Hanna told her mom.

"She didn't know your father left. I hate telling that story." I glanced at my dad. Family dinner, family feelings.

"So change the story." I spoke up. I told Hanna that all the time when her dad first left.

"I did. I changed the story. You grew up. You grew apart. It was mutual, and, honestly, We are much happier without him." Hanna finished my thought.

"Hanna." Her mom said, knowing that Hanna was unhappy that her dad left.

"Say it enough, and you'll actually start to believe it."

"Fake it til you make it," I nodded. That was always my motto.

Ashley responded, "Well, I have to admit, it does sound a lot better than the truth."

"Not everybody always needs to know the truth." My dad pointed out.

"Nobody needs to know that we got dumped." Hanna told us.

"We" didn't get dumped. I did." Ashley clarified.

"He left both of us." Hanna reminded her.

"She's right," My dad added. "When a parent and spouse leave, they leave both the spouse and the child." He was referring to when my mother left the two of us.

"Not that it makes it any less weird to say," I mumbled, taking a small bite. Dad gave me a look, causing me to look at Hanna. "But it's true. Parents dump their children all the time. Give it time, and you'll be glad you're with your mom and not your dad. I know I'm happy with Dad." I gave her a small smile before grinning at my dad. "I'm here if you want to talk about it." I told Hanna, turning my gaze back to her.

"Thanks," She said gratefully.

Hanna receives a text, which irritated Ashley. "If that's Mona, I'm staging an intervention."

"It's Spencer."

"Spencer?" I asked in confusion. "What does Spencer want?"

"Hanna. It's dinnertime." As she finished, her phone rang and she picked up. "It's Ashley. Yes, I left it on your desk. Mm-hmm."

The doorbell rang, causing Hanna and I to open the door together. It was the police.

"Hanna Marin?" He asked her.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Is your mother home?"

Ashley and my dad come up behind us.

Ashley told whoever was on the phone, "Let me call you back." And hung up. "What's this about?"

We received a call from Rosewood Mall Security. They have your daughter on tape shoplifting a pair of sunglasses."

My eyes widened and I turned to Hanna.

"I'm sure there's been a mistake." Ashley tried to smooth things over.

"I don't think so. Could you turn around?" He put the handcuffs on Hanna.

Hanna looked at her mom and my dad. "Mom, Dr. Grey."

After they took Hanna out, we turned to look at Ashley.

"We have to go get her." I said immediately, grabbing my coat.

"You guys don't have to come -" Ashley started to say.

"I'm coming." I said defiantly. "Hanna needs me right now."

"Okay," Ashley said, nodding.

"I'll drive, okay?" My dad said and we all left the Marin house. We got into my dad's truck and headed to the police station to get Hanna.

Ashley was talking to an officer in his office while my dad talked to Hanna. Hanna reached for a candy, but stopped when she got a text. She drew her hand away and went back to talking with my dad, a distant look on her face. Ashley came out of the office and marched over to Hanna and my dad, I walked up behind Hanna.

"What's going on?" Hanna asked, confused.

"Let's go." Ashley told us.

"Really?" Hanna asked.

"Did you talk to the officer?" Dad asked.

"What did they say?" I asked.

We all went out and got into Dad's truck. Behind us, police cars bustled around, going a little crazy.

"In a small town like this, What people think about you matters." Ashley told Hanna as Dad started the truck.

"I know." Hanna told her, looking out the back window.

"Then why would you risk it all to steal a pair of sunglasses? Hanna, I buy you everything you need to be popular." I glanced at my phone, updating Noel and trying to forget that I was there. Dad focused on driving.

"That's not why I do it." Hanna protested.

"Then why do? This is something you do?" Ashley interrogated her.

"A few times."

"This is about your father, isn't it? You think this is going to get his attention?" She prodded and I squeezed Hanna's hand.

"I made a mistake." Hanna pleaded.

"In rosewood, you don't have room to make a mistake." My dad told her.

"And neither do I." Ashley added on.

"I'm sorry. I'll fix it somehow."

"You will deny you did anything wrong. It was a misunderstanding." I was confused.

"But..." Hanna tried to say but she was cut off.

"I'm taking care of it."

"Because that's what parents do." My dad added, the rest of the ride was silent.

We all got out at my house because there were sirens going off and a bunch of police officers in Alison's backyard. We crossed over to her street and saw that the coroner was there too.

Hanna and I stood together until we saw Aria and Spencer together and walked over there.

"I heard the cops take Hanna to the police station today." Aria told Spencer.

"You don't think she'd ever talk about..."

"The Jenna thing? We made a promise." Hanna told them.

"A promise that we will take to our grave." I responded. I was annoyed that they thought Hanna would tell the police about The Jenna Thing. She would never do that.

I ended up spending the night at Hanna's because my dad got called in for an emergency surgery.

We were listening to the TV when we heard Ashley come in. She was kissing the police officer she was talking to at the station. Hanna and I glanced at each other but didn't say a thing. Hanna turned the TV back on to drown out any noises.

My phone dinged and I took it out, hoping it was Noel. Unfortunately, it wasn't.

Hanna's in big trouble, but at least her Mommy is here to clean up her mess. Don't you wish you had a Mommy to clean up yours? Oh wait - you do - but she left you. -A

I was holding Noel's hand tightly as we walked into the church. I hated this.

"I'm -" I gestured to the girls.

"Go," He told me, kissing my forehead. "I'll find you after." He promised me and walked to the front of the church.

I walked up to the casket. I glanced at the picture of her and then back at the casket. She was in there. Alison was dead. My brain couldn't wrap around the fact that she was really dead. I knew she was missing, and part of me thought that we would always find her. That she'd come back to us.

Spencer came up and squeezed my hand before leading me over to where the girls were all sitting. I sat in between her and Hanna.

"Poor Ali." Emily said sadly.

"Can you believe what a scene this is?" Hanna asked. She was right, there were tons of people here.

"Alison would have loved it." Aria admitted. It was true. Alison loved attention.

"Popular in life and death." Spencer commented.

"It's immortality, just like she always wanted." I said softly.

Hanna gave a phial of alcohol to Emily, who tried to reject it. "No thanks. I don't--"

"Today, I think you do. Pass it to Lily when you're done." Then, Aria's cell phone rings. The girls look at her terrified. I took a big drink from the phial.

"Anyone we know?" Hanna finally asked.

"No, it's just my mom sending me a text." She paused for a second before looking at us. "Emily and I aren't the only ones Who got messages from "A," are we?"

Spencer turns around and looks at the door. "Oh, my God. It's Jenna." We all turned to look at her.

"What is she doing back here in Rosewood?" I asked quietly. "If she's back..." I trailed off when Mrs. DeLaurentis, Alison's mother, sat down next to us.

"Did you see that Jenna Marshall was here? I didn't realize she and Ali were friends."

"They weren't." Spencer told her before the funeral started.

"The lord giveth and the lord taketh away." The minister told the crowd.

The ceremony finished and we all exited the church. The police officer that Hanna's mom slept with approached us.

"Emily, Spencer, Lily, Aria and Hanna."

"Do we know you?" Spencer asked him.

"I'm Detective Wilden. I understand you were all good friends with the victim." He stated. I already did not like this man.

"Yeah, we were." Aria told him and we nodded in agreement.

"I'm gonna need to talk to each one of you." He told us.

"Why?" I demanded.

"Yeah, we talked to the police when Alison went missing."

"And I intend to go over every one of your statements. This is no longer a missing persons investigation. It's a murder. Rest assured, I will find out what happened that summer." \

"I don't like him. He gives me the ick." I told the girls as Detective Wilden walked away from us.

We watched as Jenna got into a car. Aria asked, "Do you think he knows about?" She trailed off.

"No. How could he?" Hanna asked.

"We never told anybody else what happened." I reminded them.

All of our phones rang. We pulled them out and looked at the message.

I'm still here Bitches, and I know everything. - A

"Oh, my god!" Aria panicked.

"It's from--" Hanna mumbled. My heart clenched.

"I got one too." Emily told us.

"I'm still here, bitches -" Spencer started reading the text.

The rest of us chimed in to finish. "...And I know everything. A'."