In memory of Buddy Holly, the Big Bopper, and Ritchie Valens on the 50th anniversary of their death in Clear Lake, Iowa February 3, 1959, the day the music died.

Since I can't really do much of anything else for the 50th anniversary of their death (trust me I tried to talk my parents in going to Iowa and/or Lubbock for it, which is saying a lot since I HATE Lubbock), I'm adding a bit more onto the story. I will probably keep doing this every year. It just seemed even more fitting to do it this year.

I quite obviously don't own Lubbock, Holly Estates, The Crickets, Peggy Sue, That'll be the Day, or anything else you recognize (and possibly don't recognize). On the other hand, I do own a copy of Peggy Sue's book, a broken iPod signed by her (which ironically died a few days ago… too bad it hadn't waited until today), a Ritchie Valens CD, a BH shirt, a copy of Chantilly Lace, and 4 BH CDs.

Three years later....

"Do you have to go?" Gabriella Bolton asked her husband of a year, pulling his arm back toward her.

"Yes, I'm sorry Gabi. Trust me, I'd love nothing more than to be home waiting on you hand and foot so nothing happens to our precious additions." Troy replied, wrapping his hands around her rather large waist that held their coming twins, and kissing her. On the ground next to him were two suitcases. Gabriella had double checked them twice to make sure he had everything.

"I don't want you to leave. Can't Chad go without you?" She asked, eyes filling up with tears. One thing she hated about being pregnant, her emotions all over the place.

"I wish he could, but we know Chad doesn't do well in meetings without backup." Troy replied lightly rolling his eyes.

"True," Gabriella replied frowning. Last time Chad had ended up hyperventilating. Apparently he gets nervous during business meetings with only 5 people, but not playing a basketball game that hundreds of people were watching. She smiled as Troy wrapped his arms around her again.

"Darling, I love you. I will have blue days and black nights without you. I will be back in a week, February 4th." He replied smiling a bit quoting some Buddy Holly and the Crickets lyrics to her. It was something he had started doing the day he asked her to marry him, but had kept it up ever since.

They both jumped as someone opened the front door they were standing next to.

"Aren't you ready yet?" Sharpay sneered at Troy, but it turned into a slight smile seeing his arms around Gabriella.

"Sharpaaay." He whined, putting his head on Gabriella's shoulder.

"Why is she going? I thought this was a business trip!" Gabriella asked, irritated that she wasn't invited. Not like she could have gone anyway, being almost eight months pregnant.

"You didn't tell her why you were going?" Sharpay asked quickly, also irritated. "I thought you were telling her about – "

"No, but thanks Sharpay for almost ruining the whole surprise. Much appreciated." Troy responded sarcastically as a horn honked from outside.

"We'll be there in a second Chad!" Sharpay screeched back at the car.

"Troy?" Gabriella responded, waiting expectantly for an answer.

"I'm also going to get you a special gift, actually that's most of the reason I'm going. I think it's something you'll really love." Troy replied smiling, obviously excited.

"So why is Sharpay going?" Gabriella asked, really confused, but a bit excited at the prospect of a gift.

"I'm going because I want to find out what's so great about the gift. He's told me what it is and I still have no idea why it's so amazing. I mean, it's just a p-"

'Sharpay!" Troy yelled.

"Sorry." She replied rolling her eyes. "Bye Gabi! See you when we get back!" She said, hugging Gabriella, finding it a bit difficult since Troy was still holding her. "I'll meet you in the car Troy, and hurry!"

"I love you Gabriella Bolton." Troy said looking in her eyes and kissing her one last time.

"I love you too." She replied smiling sadly as he let go of her and he walked with his luggage to the car, all three waving back at her as they drove off.

"50 thousand!"

"Do I hear 51 thousand?"

"51 thousand!"

"Sharpay! Start bidding!" Troy hissed in her ear.

"Just a minute! They think that they don't have much competition right now, you have to wait a bit." She replied as the price went up another 3 thousand.

"Sharpay if I lose this, how am I going to face Gabriella, not to mention her mom? Half of this isn't my money!" He exclaimed as it went up another 5 thousand. "I let you be the one doing this only because you practically begged and you've actually been to an auction."

"I haven't been to an auction like this before. No one was dressed anything like this. I mean, look at that guy, he's wearing a pair of ripped jeans! Those have been out of style for over a decade! What is he thinking!" She hissed back, looking forward to the auctioneer again.

"Dude, is that who I think it is?" Chad asked, elbowing Troy, and looking at the guy Sharpay had mentioned.

"Oh my goodness!" Kelsi exclaimed excitedly, also looking. "That is Paul McCartney!"

"I wonder if he'll sign my shoe!" Chad said excitedly to Kelsi who was now searching her purse for something to write with.

"Great more competition, Sharpay, bid!" Troy whispered furiously.

"Fine," She whispered back before yelling, "250 thousand!"

"Thanks for coming to stay with me Taylor, I appreciate it." Gabriella said as she opened the door for her best friend.

"You're welcome, it was way too lonely at home without Chad anyway. I mean I have little Maria here, but it still isn't the same." Taylor said walking in with her two year old, sleeping girl in one arm and a suitcase in the other.

"Is she not as loud as her father?" Gabriella asked, chuckling.

"No, thank goodness. Either way I miss him, I miss Troy too even. I hate these long business trips that they have to go on. Even if this one isn't completely business." She replied smiling knowingly.

"Man! I wish someone would just tell me what it is he's getting! It's driving me nuts!" Gabriella replied, slamming the door.

"Don't worry; it will be worth the wait. Normally I wouldn't be that interested in something like this, but I can't lie. It's going to be insanely cool to own what he is getting you." She replied, laying Maria down on the couch.

"Thank goodness they're coming home in a few days. I can't stand the suspense much longer. " Gabriella said as she slowly sat down next to the sleeping Maria. Once she sat down though, something definitely didn't feel right.

"Uh, did what I just think happen?" Taylor asked, looking at Gabriella's now soaking wet jeans.

"Yes, I believe my water just broke."

"I told you I knew what I was doing. That old man was cowering by the time we were the last two left bidding." Sharpay said smiling widely.

"Yeah, now thanks to you, since he noticed we were sitting with you, I didn't get Bob Dylan's autograph. Thanks Sharpay." Kelsi replied pouting.

"I'm glad you came up to see us…. Or at least what we got." Chad replied rolling his eyes.

"I'm sorry! I couldn't wait to see these! Talk about an incredible purchase." Kelsi replied looking at what Troy was holding carefully in his hands. The way he was holding them, you would have thought it was a bomb.

"Troy, they stayed together after hitting the ground at about 170 mph. I don't think they're going to break now." Kelsi replied smiling at him.

"Why would you want those anyway? They are so ugly!" Sharpay asked, grimacing at what he held.

"Obviously you're not the one that went to Juilliard." Troy huffed at her. "These are-" He paused after his phone started ringing. He smiled noticing who was calling.

"Heeelllloooo Babyyy." He said happily into the phone.

"Well if you get a move on to home right now, it is hello baby time!" Screeched Gabriella back at him.

"What?" He asked, eyes wide, almost dropping what he was holding.

"MY WATER BROKE!"

"I'm on my way!" Troy said hanging up and pushing Chad out of the booth they were sitting at.

"What was that for!" Chad yelled as the waitress came with their food and he got off the ground.

"Gabi's water broke! I have to get home!" He replied putting his precious purchase in his jacket carefully.

"Dude, it's practically a blizzard out there! How are you going to get home?"

"I'm going home now. How would you have liked to missed Maria being born?" Troy replied angrily.

"I'll call the airport and get the three of you a plane back to Albuquerque, just go!" Kelsi said, already dialing.

"Thanks Kelsi you're a life saver!" Troy yelled running out the door, Sharpay and Chad following closely.

"Congratulations Mrs. Bolton! You have two very healthy babies!" Said the nurse walking in with both twins. "You have the names right?"

"Yes Buddy Troy Bolton and Peggy Gabriella Bolton." Gabriella replied as the nurse placed Peggy in her arms.

"They're adorable!" Taylor replied as the nurse placed Buddy in her arms.

"I hope Troy gets here soon. He already missed the birth." Gabriella replied frowning slightly, but finding it hard to continue frowning as she watched her baby girl.

"Well it's been about 5 hours, so he should be here anytime. How long does it take to fly from Iowa?" Taylor asked as her cell phone started ringing. She smiled as the nurse took Buddy from her.

"Hello?" She asked walking out of the room.

Ten minutes later as the nurse was taking Buddy and Peggy back to be checked up again, Taylor came back in.

"Hey so was that Chad?" Gabriella asked, but then noticed the look on Taylor's face. "What's wrong?"

"They…um, the three of them got a plane, but they somehow talked a pilot into flying them here in a blizzard and well…." Taylor replied before bursting into tears and hugging Gabriella tightly.

"Thank you Kelsi for everything.... For identifying the bodies." Gabriella said quietly to Kelsi who was holding Buddy while she was holding Peggy.

"You're welcome Gabriella. It's not like there was much of a choice anyway." Kelsi said in a monotone, rocking Buddy.

"Either way, I appreciate it. So does Taylor. There's no way we could have handled that." Gabriella said turning towards Taylor who was dressed in black along with most everyone else, sitting with Maria on her lap, gently stroking her hair, tears falling down both of their cheeks.

"I'm sorry. The man said that I shouldn't get them a flight since it was so snowy, but I told him the situation and he said ok." Kelsi cried quietly.

"Kelsi, don't blame yourself. This isn't anyone's fault. Especially not yours." Gabriella replied, tearing up herself again.

"Buddy really looks a lot like Troy." Kelsi replied, smiling slightly as the bright blue eyes looked up at her.

"Yes, he does, doesn't he?" Gabriella's mom asked, coming up behind them. "Would you like me to take one so you can talk to some more people?"

"Sure," Gabriella replied handing Peggy to her. "Thanks mom, for being here. I appreciate it."

"I wouldn't have it any other way sweetie." Her mother replied, hugging her widowed daughter.

"How long is she staying?" Kelsi asked, smiling as she watched Mrs. Montez show off her granddaughter.

"She said until I didn't need her anymore. Which honestly, I don't know if that will ever happen now."

"I'm sorry about your loss Gabriella." Said someone she vaguely recognized coming up to them.

"Thank you. I appreciate it." She replied, feeling like she was a song on repeat. How many times had she said that in the last two weeks?

"I'm sure Troy and Chad would have appreciated being buried next to each other and have such strong wives. I'm fairly sure though that Sharpay wouldn't have approved of all the black at this event."

The last part was replied to with a small laugh.

"Mrs. Bolton? I found this on your porch step."

"Thank you." She replied, smiling slightly as she took the package from her newspaper boy who had come to collect payment. She nearly broke down again, seeing where the box was from. "Here's your payment."

"Thank you!" The newspaper boy called as she closed the door, focusing on the box.

"Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step." Gabriella muttered before calling out, "I can't handle this mom. I can't handle them keeping sending me more and more boxes of stuff the find at the crash site." She said handing her mom the box as she started to cry and walked down the stairs to her bedroom. It didn't use to be just her bedroom....she use to share it, now it was the loneliest room in the house.

"Gabriella?" Her mother asked hesitantly a minute later, entering her room. Gabriella put down Troy's pillow that she had been holding.

"Here's the gift he had gotten you. I think it's probably even more expensive and impressive now that it's survived two plane crashes to the rest of the world, but priceless to you. Especially with the note it came with." Her mother said, tears running down her own face as she handed Gabriella the box.

Gabriella looked into the box, very confused as she picked up the pair of glasses that were in there.

"These aren't…no way. These aren't…" She said holding the glasses and staring at them dumbfounded, realizing what her mom had just said.

"Those were the glasses Buddy Holly was wearing, February 3rd, 1959, the day the music died." Her mother said, but pointed in the box. "There's something else in there more important."

"More important? But these are Buddy Holly's glasses. " Gabriella replied, stunned, but tore her eyes away, looked back in the box, and pulled out a very beat up looking piece of paper.

Our love will never fade

The weather man says snowy today,

but he doesn't know that I've gone away.

It's going to be raining, raining in your heart.

Oh misery, what's gonna become of me.

It's killing me knowing what this is going to do to you.

You mustn't let this hold you back, being a widowed bride.

I should have realized that I shouldn't fly,

On the anniversary of the day the music died.

This'll be the day that I die,

Tell Peggy and Buddy I love them.

I love you.

-Troy

Gabriella did her best not to cry, but found it hard. He had kept calm enough in the last few moments of his life to say goodbye to her and their children. She jumped when her mother handed her an empty picture frame.

"So you don't hurt the paper anymore. I think the nursery is a good place to put it."

"I think so too." Gabriella replied, putting the glasses and paper down gently on her dresser and hugging her mother tightly.

Were you surprised? Do you all hate me now? I cried a bit writing this even. I didn't actually put how much those glasses ended up costing, because seriously…how would you measure how much those would cost? Plus his widow still owns them surprisingly (I can't believe she didn't sell them since she tries to get money from everything else BH related, not to mention she didn't even go to his funeral). Those glasses did actually survive the crash, look in better shape than my own glasses, they're in the Buddy Holly museum in Lubbock… well more like Buddy Holly room. I paid five dollars to go in there. Total waste of time. Most interesting thing in there was his glasses and a pair of Elton John's.

So as most of you figured out this is partially based on what really happened that snowy night in Iowa. Buddy Holly chartered a plane since the tour bus didn't have a working heater and the temperatures had been in the negatives, plus no one on the tour had washed their clothes in days, so he took everyone's laundry and some of their wallets. JP Richardson (The Big Bopper) ended up taking the seat that Waylon Jennings had originally had on the plane because he had come down with the cold. Tommy Allsup and Ritchie Valens had ended up flipping a coin to see who got the last seat, Ritchie Valens won. The plane had barely made it away from the airport when it crashed in a corn field, killing the three of them, and the pilot instantly. Buddy left behind a pregnant wife (who had a miscarriage later). I thought about having Gabriella having a miscarriage, but I figured you all wanted at least one good thing to happen to her by the end of the story. If you want to know more, just ask. I'll start spewing out all sorts of random music history.

Also once again I don't own Bob Dylan (but he did go to the second to last performance of Buddy Holly, hence why I put him in there), Paul McCartney (since he owns all of the right's to Buddy's songs, or something like that), pretty much any of Troy's note (basically Buddy Holly's lyrics/ Don McLean's), or anything else I mentioned in the first disclaimer, so Maria Elena Holly, don't sue me.