Jacob Black dies...and he goes to the Black Parade!

We all yanked on clothes and ran out of our sleeping quarters, me rubbing the part on where I had landed on top of my microphone, racing past a shocked Brian Shechter, his right hand curled into a fist to rap on our door for the waking up call.

I quickly flicked through all the books that we owned. Finally the cover of The Twilight Series was revealed to my eyes, and I quickly flipped to the first page.

Everyone else crowded around me, and we settled on the carpeted floor. It looked pretty weird. 5 grown up men, hunched up around a teen book, eyes furiously reading. But hey.

We're weird people.