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05 the emergency

When Viva heard Clay's footsteps faded away, she knew it was time. Hurriedly she hopped out the pile of merch and grappled her hair to some of the pipes that were held onto the backstage ceiling. She swung higher and higher out the the backstage area, and perched herself on a tree. But where did clay go? He really couldn't have gone that far...

Hopefully he wasn't a good runner or anything; that would make her job a lot harder. She wondered, Did he take some.. backroad, or shortcut? as she couldn't see any sign of him on the road anywhere. Viva looked down at the stadium from above, as the Brozone fans ended their last cheer and began to scatter away from where the performance had been.

The princess looked back to the street that lay behind the back of the stadium, and realized she should probably be trying to find him and not looking at the crowd.

Then she realized, there really was a shortcut here. You learn a thing or by doing these types of things so often..

It was just a small pathway in the forest, that led you through the trees to a short backroad. "Huh... I think I've killed someone there before. Have I? Wait, I can't even remember—"

Not wanting to get lost in the forest, she hopped down to the ground and traveled by foot. Viva slunk past each tree, trying to see any smears of green hair in her vision.

Slowly she made it past the vastness of the trees, and it led her farther out to the backroad she knew.

It looked pretty empty. It was evident that not many people came back here.

There was a tall fence located on the other side of the road, to keep people out of the grassy areas that resided there. There were cracks in the road, and graffiti scattered around. "Why would clay go here? It's dangerous here for celebrities. " She whispered to herself.

"Shoot." Viva retorted, "He's a celebrity. Of course he doesn't know that.."

A small noise caught her attention. It sounded like some sort of crowd.. or, an attack? That was odd... She quickly looked around and,  her eyes caught onto what looked like a small circle of trolls dressed in dark colours. And in their little circle, right in the middle, was Clay.

And they were beating him up, what- hey— They're stealing my kill!

She latched her hair onto a tree and flipped over to the scene, and quickly slinked her knife out of her pocket as she made her way over to the scene. She didn't use the dagger, but she hair-jitsued them away instead. When each of Clay's mysterious attackers scattered away from her defenses, Viva turned to Clay, who was on the ground.

She hurriedly ran to him, helping him off the ground with her hand. He didn't look in the best condition.. The boy looked a little hazy and dizzy. No injury too serious was placed on his body, but her eyes scanned over some cuts and scrapes on his arms and face. She put the blade away before he could see it in her hand.

"What— You- you saved mah life." He breathed out, slurring his words off of his bruised lip.

"Uhhhh Yea." She gulped, "I- I guess I did."

"You literally just like— saved my life." He repeated. Viva understood the panic he felt, and understood he knew he probably could've died. People attack celebrities all the time. And she probably looked like a threat to him too; everyone was when you were famous.

Viva then realized. This was a celebrity. That made her more nervous; this was like a real celebrity. Like, he was a boy band member. Like— this kid was famous. This is kinda crazy.