"I would like to make a toast." Everyone who contributed to my album was crammed into the studio. Each person that held a wine glass raised it. "The first time I heard Carolyn, I knew she was talented. However, I had no clue that she'd sell out the first concert on her tour. To a great success, and an even greater person." We all drink to that, wrapping up the social gathering. Dressed to the nines, Josh follows me to my car, while the others get to theirs. Once we're parked behind Carnegie, we jump out, and head toward the back doors. I notice a couple of security officers guarding it. "There are kids that come in to do, well, I don't know what. It's probably illegal, though." I understand. My hometown was s lot like that. At the door, we flash our passes to the burly men, but upon examination, they refuse to let us in. "I'm sorry, you'll have to follow us," says the guy who's biceps are bigger than my head. I protest. "Mr, um, Fernando, I have a show in twenty. I need to get inside." Skinny Asian pipes up, "Please, come with us. We'll get you where you need to be." I look at Josh, who shrugs. "Yeah, okay. Take us to meet David Foster." Sharing a glance, the two security guards guide us along the back wall, with Josh and I in between them. Soon, I see another door on the wall. However, our escorts turn briskly to the left, towards a glimmering, black SUV. Never a good sign. I prepare to run, not seeing Skinny Asian's arm move behind me. Just as Josh pushes me in the direction of the backstage entrance, I feel a hand clamp my mouth shut, and another force my arms against my waist. I try not to scream, desperately looking for Josh. I can barely see over the Asian guys fingers. Then, for a second, I glimpse him, thrashing, struggling to free himself from Fernando's tight embrace. I want to help him, but I can't. We're being pushed towards the car, the doors are opened. As Josh is thrown in after me, all I can see is the helpless expression on his face. Then, everything goes black.
