Jade thinks up a list of possible events that could lead to the planks being replaced. Maybe Brock turned a scavenged V8 engine into a custom guitar amp, wanting to surprise her, but while trying to lower it from the ceiling the rope broke, dropping the engine, breaking the stage in the process? No, the club owner is the type of person that would only fix up the hole in that case, saving the planks that didn’t break.

What if Brock wanted to surprise her with a sudden light show, and installed a bunch of wires underneath the stage? He’s a crafty guy but maybe he messed up somewhere which could’ve ended up somehow destroying the stage? That seems a bit more realistic to Jade.

She jumps up into the air, rotating a clean 180 degrees and floating downwards phasing her head through the flooring to see if there are indeed wires underneath. It’s pretty dark down there, but she can see enough to tell with certainty that there are no wires underneath the stage. Another theory debunked.

Jade pulls her head back up and hovers to the edge, taking a seat there looking out towards the empty club. If only she could go back to that night to see what took place.

She sits there for a while, thinking about all of it, the garage, her apartment, the club. All the great experiences she had there, sometimes it feels like it all happened yesterday. Jade was always an expert in losing herself while reminiscing, let alone if she was playing her guitar, she’d find herself back in the past as if it were the present.

Thats it! She realizes that she can go back to that night, only she can. Only she can lose herself so much in her music that she can relive her memories. She stands up, moves to the center of the stage and slides her guitar into her hands. She looks into the empty club, readying her fingers to play her final song. The unfinished song, to completion.

She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath out of habit, and starts strumming her electric guitar. Jade then starts to sing;

I thrive for a dance with danger Her touch sets my soul aflame

The way she takes me for a spin I’m lost in the heat of the game

Her rhythm keeps pulling me in Every move becoming my new favorite sin

Jade continues the song until she reaches the final chorus. She thinks back to the garage and how she felt when she was looking at the old photos of her and the band, playing the notes, she thought of when she was there earlier tonight flawlessly.

She then reminisces about her old apartment, how calm, peaceful and safe it always felt. She remembers the rush she felt when she found and played the limited-edition vinyl from Brock. Jade’s music flows over to the same unique sounds she produced in the apartment. And just like in the apartment she starts to perform beautiful aerial movements, further losing herself to the song she has yet to finish.

She reaches the final note of the chorus, but doesn’t blank out this time, Jade feels a fire burning deep inside her. An unextinguishable flame of passion that fuels her.

Jade starts to play the final guitar solo, her fingers sliding up and down the neck of her guitar like it’s child’s play. Twirling and dancing around in the air. She is burning with passion, every note giving off sparks in her mind. She feels warm, hot even, and that’s when she remembers what happened that night.

This hot flaming feeling she is experiencing right now, it’s more than just her passion she is feeling. It’s the way she died. Now she knows, she had known about it all this time, she just didn’t realize it yet.

Jade had always had a thing for fire, it just fascinated her. She wasn’t a crazy pyromaniac, she just thought it was beautiful. The flames were so unpredictable, dangerous yet elegant in a way. She had always resonated with it, like she in a way was part of it.

Her bandmates knew about her love for fire, and together they had asked the club owner multiple times if they couldn’t install flamethrowers on the stage for a concert, but he unfortunately never allowed it.

Brock, however, knew a guy that worked backstage in the club who was a fan of the idea. So, one day they went behind the owner's back and installed them anyway. Knowing how obsessed Jade was with the idea of flamethrowers while performing Brock decided to keep it a surprise for her. And then the fateful day came of the concert, Brock made sure his buddy that helped install the flamethrowers was in the audience to ensure Jade’s encore, and that is exactly what Jade did.

She now remembers everything, and this is how it went: She went up to the stage alone and started to play her guitar, the audience seemed more riled up than ever before. As the fans got more excited, so did Jade, and she felt that feeling again, she started to lose herself to the music and her passion for it.

She kept playing through the song, moving majestically over the podium while doing so. As she starts nearing the last part of the song, she feels a wave of heat coming up from behind her. It was the flamethrowers; Brock had activated them at the perfect time. As the stage lit up from behind her, Jade felt ecstatic! She couldn’t possibly describe the rush she was feeling in words, however, she could in song.

She started the final part of her song, it came so naturally to her, every note flowed perfectly into the next, and the audience was loving it, shouting out Jades name in admiration. But Jade did not hear them, she had entered her zone, where all she could hear was the music, and all she could feel was the warm embrace of her passion, and the heat from the flamethrowers behind her. But that’s when it all went wrong.

The flamethrowers malfunctioned, or maybe one of them wasn’t installed properly, she doesn’t exactly know how, but somehow, the stage caught fire. People called out to her to get off of the stage, screaming her name, but she didn’t hear them. She was too occupied by the euphoria she was experiencing; this was the nicest gift someone could have ever given her. Sadly, this would be the final gift she would ever receive. Jade, along with that podium, was set aflame. She didn’t experience any pain, she just kept playing until the song was finished...

It was nobody’s fault, if anyone’s it was the music’s fault really. But Jade died that day, doing what she loved.

Jade finishes the song and opens her eyes again to the empty dark club. She now realizes why she couldn’t recall the final part of the song, it was linked to her final moments, hidden inside her own mind, but she remembers it all now.

She lets herself fall back, floating in the air. She hovers there for a moment, guitar still in hand trying to collect her thoughts. This sure was an intense night.

She thinks back on all the things she found, the journey she went on to finish her final song. She feels happy that she finished it, it’s a masterpiece! But she also thinks of Brock and the band, how bad they must feel, Brock especially. He meant it all so well.

Her train of thought gets interrupted by a single pair of hands applauding her. Jade looks up in confusion, checking the direction the noise is coming from. At the foot of the stage, she sees another ghost, but it’s not someone from the cemetery. He seems so recognizable though. No, could it be?

Dad?!

She can’t believe her eyes; she hasn’t seen her father in so long she didn’t recognize him right away. Jade swoops down quickly, straight into his arms. He looks down at her with pride in his eyes, telling her what an impressive artist she has become.

Jade holds him tight; she didn't think she was going to see him again. Sure, she figured he was probably a ghost somewhere too, but he wasn’t at the graveyard, and she never found him. She just figured he was somewhere traveling the world, haunting some people or something.

Her dad reassures Jade, that no matter how much time there is between people’s deaths, that the powerful bonds we care a lot for, will lead to you being reunited, always. She looks up at him with teary eyes, and smiles.

Together they return to the graveyard, all the eager ghosts are still there waiting for Jade. She calls out to them, telling them they’re going to get what they have all been waiting for. Her dad takes place among the audience, on the front row, and Jade starts playing her song again, this time to its end.