A/N: Here is the very last chapter of this story. Right now, you are either sad because it is ending, or jumping for joy because you're happy it's over. (I hope it's the first option.) Enjoy the end!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own The Naked Brothers Band.

It was an hour before the Naked Brothers Band's next concert, and Rosalina was almost out of her mind. A whole week had gone by since the dance, and Nat still had spoken to her—except for the awful phone conversation they shared, which—for some reason—made things even worse.

Unlike usual, he hadn't texted Rosalina every morning before school. He hadn't eaten lunch with her since the Friday before the dance. And, most importantly, he hadn't even spoken to her. Not even a casual "hi" had come out of his lips. It was ripping her apart.

"What's wrong, Rosalina?" Thomas asked her, walking into her dressing room. He must have noticed the look on her face—which was currently in her hands—before coming in.

"Nothing." she simply said.

"It's Nat, isn't it?" he asked.

"Yeah. He hasn't spoken to me all week. Actually, he hasn't even looked at me."

"Don't worry about it, Lina. He'll come around; he always does."

"I don't know if he will this time, Thom. He was really upset, and it's been a whole week. It's never gone on for this long before."

"What about the time we were in New Orleans?"

"That wasn't near as long," she answered.

"It seemed like it. Man, those were long days. Between you and Nat, Qaasim and Little Grace, and Alex and Big Ella, I was about to go crazy."

"You and me both."

"It's going to work out, okay? In the meantime, can I borrow a pick?"

"Sure," Rosalina giggled. "But why do you need a pick?"

"Oh, Nat said you would ask that. Sorry, though, I'm not supposed to tell you."

"So, Nat wants the pick?"

"Uh...yeah." Thomas said hesitantly, letting out the secret.

"Why couldn't he ask me himself?" she asked.

"I'm not really sure. He just asked me to. I'm sure it has nothing to do with you, though, Rosalina. He's busy getting ready for the show."

"If you say so," she responded.

"See you in a bit. Don't forget your water for the stage," Thomas said while walking out of Rosalina's dressing room. "Okay," he said when he got back to Nat. "I got the pick, but I feel awful. I had to lie to Rosalina."

"Why?" Nat asked.

"She kind of guessed who the pick was for, and I told her the only reason you wouldn't get it yourself was because you were busy."

"Was she upset?"

"Yeah, I could tell she had been crying."

"Great, now I feel even worse. I couldn't get it myself, though. That would give everything away."

Wait!" David interrupted. "I thought everything was okay now."

"It is," Nat replied. "She just doesn't know that yet."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I forgave her, but not in person. I'm keeping it a secret until later. I have a plan to win her back."

"Of course you do," David said. "You're Mr. Romance."

"And don't you forget it."

"Thank you all so much for coming out tonight!" Nat yelled to the hundreds of screaming fans in the audience. "We love you! Goodnight!"

The band gathered in the middle of the stage and took a bow before walking off, smiles lighting up their faces.

"Guys, that was awesome!" Cooper yelled.

"Yeah, they were such an amazing crowd!" David added.

"Totally, but the best part of the night was Alex dropping a drum stick during his solo." Qaasim said, causing everyone backstage to laugh.

"Hey, it only happens to the best drummers!" he defended, causing everyone to burst into another roar of laughter.

Very conspicuously, Nat winked at Kristina, and she nodded her head ever so slightly, making sure no one else saw.

"Hey, Rosalina," she said. "Will you walk out to the bus with me really quick? I want to take my contacts out before we start cleaning up."

"Uh, sure," she replied, "but won't we have to go out the front doors?"

"Yeah, but the fans won't see us as long as you have on your hoodie and sunglasses."

"Okay," Rosalina finally agreed.

Once the girls left, Nat's plan was finally put into action. All of the guys were running around backstage, making sure everything was set up right. After a short five minutes, Nat got into place and texted Kristina to tell her it was safe to come back.

A couple minutes later, the girls walked back in, and Rosalina noticed that the room was very dark, all except for one single spotlight that was shining on the middle of the stage. Under the spotlight was a white grand piano covered in pink roses that also spread all over the floor. Suddenly, she noticed something moving beside the piano and heard music begin to play. In that moment, she could only think of one thing: Nat.

Accompanied by the piano only, he began to sing, and it was the most beautiful thing Rosalina had ever heard. Once she finally realized it was all for her, she began to play a little more attention to the lyrics coming out of Nat's mouth.

"Beautiful girl, showing no lies

Wears a mask to cover her eyes.

Beautiful girl, looking at me

I wonder why she never sees.

She's my one and only.

She's the one from my dreams.

She's my one and only.

And everything to me.

She's my one and only.

My one true Cinderella.

She's my one and only.

And my perfect fairytale."

The song continued for another minute, but Rosalina couldn't get past the gorgeous sight before her. Tears began to roll down her face, and she couldn't help but smile from happiness. When Nat's song ended, she ran to him, but before she could hug him, he picked her up and spun her around, planting a tiny kiss on her forhead.

"I'm sorry for what I did," Nat said to her.

"Me too," she whispered.

"No, you don't have to be sorry. I was the jerk. You were just the beautiful girl who I should have listened to from the beginning."

"But I lied to you."

"You didn't lie; you showed me the truth. I was too dumb to see it at the time, though. Can you forgive me, Princess?

"Of course, my prince." Rosalina smiled, and Nat couldn't help but kiss her right there. A loud burst of "awws" echoed through the room, and the couple both blushed when they realized the whole band was standing right in front of them.

"I love you, Rosalina. You're my fairytale."

"I love you, too, Nat. Now where is my palace?"

And they lived happily ever after...

A/N: Very fluffy ending, I know. It's very unusual for me, actually. I just found it very fitting for this story. Hopefully it didn't want to make you puke. :P I hope you liked it! I will be starting a new NBB story soon, so be watching!