[ WP ] Flesh out the story of your favorite song , in universe . In your story , the song is n't a song , it 's REAL LIFE .

[ At the Bottom of Everything- Bright Eyes ] ( https: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=2GHyLhbdzN0 ) 
 
 `` Okay. I'll see you soon. Love you.'' She hangs up the phone and makes her way through the terminal. The skies look gloomy, but she's hopeful her plane wo n't be delayed. She makes small talk with the lady who sold her a magazine and a coke. Soon enough it's time for her to board. 
 
 Once she's seated she begins watching everyone else go to their assigned spots for the ride. An older man comes and sits down next to her. He seemed friendly enough. She said, `` hello.'' But he just smiled and turned away. 
 
 After everyone was seated and the plan began to take off, the flight attendants began their spiel. Of course no one was listening, but the woman was, she always did. Planes gave her slight anxiety ever since 9/11. But she was strong enough to still go on. With her hands clasped she says a silent prayer even though she was n't particularly religious. The man looks over at her and scoffs. 
 
 Once she's finished she again, tries to make a friend. All he wanted was to make his BAC go up. She ordered a water while he ordered a Bloody Mary. She pops ibuprofen and takes out the magazine she had just bought. 
 
 She had difficulty with it. She just saw the pretty pictures on the cover and decided to buy the magazine. The article was about Azerbaijan and their recent economic rise. *I knew i should have gotten People, * she thought to herself. 
 
 They're over the Pacific now and she looks longingly out the window. Her fiance was waiting for her in Russia. He had the week off just to spend time with her and plan their wedding. As she begins to nod off in a dream wonderland, there's a big pop and the plan shakes a bit. 
 
 The pilot expresses much concern. There was a mechanical failure, one of the engines just gave out. As they descend closer to earth, all he can muster is, `` I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Oh my God, I'm so sorry.'' The flight attendants try to pacify everyone to no avail. 
 
 Still in a stupor, the woman turns to her seat-mate, `` Where are we going?'' 
 
 Several Blood Marys in he replies, `` We're going to a party. It's a birthday party. It's YOUR birthday party! Happy birthday, darling! We love you very, very, very, very much!'' And he hums an unfamiliar tune. 
 
 Immediately the woman begins to contemplate her life so far. Every phone conversation she's had. All of the time she's spent online instead of enjoying life. All of the books she was forced to tear apart, finding meaning even the writer did n't have in mind. All of the faces in the crowd. Those she did n't bother to meet. There she sat in her seat, forced to relive everything. 
 
 The others have gone full primal. Popping pills. Attempting to start a fire to end the misery faster. Do n't think they thought that through. A group of people have formed a chorus. How soothing. 
 
 They sing a medley of Janis and The Beatles, along with Buddy Holly. It's calming as the inch closer to the ocean. And closer. And closer. And closer still. They hit the water as gravity pushes them deep into the blue. There was something beautiful about it. 
 
 Some are lost with the force. Others still join the ones still singing. They know their time is near. They know they're just another number, an unfamiliar face, an unrecognizable body. They're just figures swimming in the depths of the unknown. Swimming, floating, dying. 
 
 The girl seeks out something different. She sees a light at the end. She might have a chance. She swims toward her future. She takes a breath and goes under water to get away from the smoke. She carries on further. 
 
 She goes too deep. She needs air. But the waves are too strong for her to fight. The pressure becomes too much. She sinks down. At the bottom of everything. She sees another light. Something different. She lets the power take her hold. She smiles as she realizes what's happening. She sees her fiance.
