Lance was feeling the happiest he'd ever felt in his life. His carefully thought out plan was almost complete. He only had Chris left to tend to, and that wouldn't be very hard at all. He had been thinking very hard about what he would do to Chris, and he'd finally come up with something quite good. Chris just LOVED Busta Rymes..didn't he? Well, what if he found out that Busta didn't really like him at all. Dear God..what would happen then? Chris would be devastated.. and thats exactly what Lance was aiming for..

That night.. Lance stayed up while everyone else was asleep. He was writing something on a piece of paper that he obviously didn't want anyone else to see. After about an hour of nothing but writing, he folded the piece of paper and put it in an envelope. He made his way quietly to the dresser across the room and placed it on top, where he knew all their mail was put in the morning. Then he crept back to his bed, and fell asleep.

The next morning.. a scream was heard from Chris' bed.. Justin groaned and sat up..wondering "What happened THIS time" Lance and Justin turned to see Chris sitting up in bed reading something. He was crying and muttering "But I love you Busta..I love you." over and over again. Justin got up and snatched the letter from Chris' hand and proceeded to read it out loud. "Dear Chris, I hate you. You will NEVER be me, so stop trying. You think you can be cool like me and put your hair in dreads, well, thats not working buddy, your still a little pansy ass. Stop writing to me, and NO you can NOT be the president of my fanclub...YOU SUCK! Quit that band while you can, cuz you can't sing for shit!!! Signed: Busta "I hate Chris Kirkpatrick" Rymes"

"Wow" was all Justin could think of to say. "I'm sorry Chris." "This is just terible! TERRIBLE!!" Chris screamed. "I WANTED BUSTA TO LIKE ME!! I REALLY DID! I NAMED MY DOG AFTER HIM FOR PETES SAKE!!!!!!" He bowed his head and cried his eyes out. Justin attempted to comfort him, but Chris wasn't having it. He shoved Justin so hard, he toppled over onto the floor. Lance sat there watching them, silenty laughing to himself. He had wrote the letter himself..and he was enjoying Chris' reaction it.

"I QUIT!!" Chris screamed. "IF BUSTA THINKS I'M NO GOOD, IT MUST BE TRUE!" He grabbed his suitcase and began throwing his cloths into it. "I'M THROUGH!!" and with that, he was out the door.

"Umm.." Justin mumbled. "This band has fallen apart, I'm going home..I want my mommy.." and with that said..he was gone along with Chris. Lance watched as he closed the door behind him. Then he got up and raised the roof, singing "Who's da man? LANCE is da man!!" repeatedly. He had succeeded. And HOT DAWG!! he was damn proud of himself. He was now the only member left..and it was his turn to be in the spotlight..LANCE WAS GOIN' SOLO!!!!