The Kidnapping Of Triston Farron

backstage drama

"Backstage passes?'' Some fat man asked. We handed him our passes and walked down the hallway to Triston's dressing room. They were at least eight other girls waiting to meet him too.

"Improvise." I whispered to Carols as we walked up to the two girls.

''Hey guys, first time meeting Triston?" I said sweetly, putting on a sweet fake voice.

"No no this is our third time meeting him! Whats your name?'' The red headed girl asked.

"Mckayla." I said, flashing her my biggest fake smile. "And this is my friend Caroline!"

''Nice to meet you two! Did you hear about that that troll from twitter that deactivated? The TFH club account?"  The red head girl asked.
I swear I could hear Carols eye roll next to me. Why is this chick bringing up online shit? 

''I heard~ I feel so bad for tristion constantly being harassed by that hater." I said, pretending to be angry. "It was a miracle they deactivated on twitter after that incident yesterday"

"Oh my god yes! Did you see Triston's IG live earlier?! He was dragging that account and actually invited fans up the live to speak on the deactivation. I was LIVING for the amount of shade Tristonians was throwing!"

"Yeah and like and also his family is like planning on celebrating tonight after his concert! Like they've been wishing on that deactivation for like a long time!" The blonde headed girl inserted...

I knew there was a reason I wanted him dead for so long. Let's see how brave he is in real life instead of hiding behind a computer screen.

"So what's your favorite album from Triston?"I said changing the topics

While Carols and I were distracting the Tristonians, Lala, Rocky, and Tiara were busy knocking out staff and hiding their bodies.

Lala had hacked the cameras during the concert so it would be down during a certain time we were backstage.

''Is somebody coming over? Oooh is it time?!"Carols jumped up and down.
By now the hallway was empty except for a few other people who thankfully didn't notice the lack of guards or staff. I guess one of Triston's managers came and lead us to his dressing room.

"You all can just wait over here and Triston will be right out any second. My name's Joe and yeah..."This Joe guy could at least try and sound like he cared about his job.

Carols and I gave each other a look and silently stood around until finally Triston appeared.

Immediately all of us screamed up and down at his appearance as he took a quick glance at us and sat on a chair?
Dressed in a grey hoodie and black sweatpants, he- wait is he getting his phone out? Is this a joke? Does he not see his fans?

We just continued screaming trying to get his attention when his manager couldn't take it anymore and called out his name.  "Triston!"His manager yelled out.

Triston looked up from this phone with an annoyed look on his face.

"Chill the hell out I'll get to my fans in a second"
"Yeah chill the hell out!" A few girls in front of me started chanting...
"Chill the hell out!"
"Chill the hell out!"
"Chill the hell out!"
Carols and I eventually joined in on the chant and soon the whole room was filled with our chants.

"Alright that's enough!" A security man shouted from the catering table. "One more word out of you little girls and you're getting kicked out!"

That immediately shut us up. Tristion finally put down his phone and stood up. "Sorry about that guys, I was texting my mom just now"

A bunch of "Awwwwwwwwwwww's"filled the room and resisted the urge to roll my eyes. So one by one Tristonians approached Triston taking pictures, signing autographs, and other things.

I'm pretty sure my friends were done with their missions outside the dressing room and was just waiting for the next cue. Finally it was down to the blonde and redhead we spoke to earlier.

"Hi Triston! Remember us? You looked so amazing performing! Please please tell us you remember our names!" The girls squealed.

''Yes! Of course Heather and Britney! Nice to see you two again!"He said. He signed their posters and hugged them. They spoke for about ten minutes until the both of them left the room. In the corner of my eye I noticed Lala, Rocky, and Tiara slipping in the room. Carols stayed towards the door checking the hallway.

"Next!" Triston's bodyguard yelled. I nodded at Lala and she immediately went up to Triston and started talking to him. It wasn't until two minutes later that Carols finally signaled that the close was clear outside the dressing room.

Rocky pushed a button on her fake phone and at the same time, two mini bombs exploded in the backstage area.

''WHAT WAS THAT?!" Lala fake panicked.

''Be right back Triston! Stay here and don't let anyone come in here!" The body guard said, quickly making his way out the door.

Carols quickly locked the door, trapping Joe, Triston, and us.

"Hey why did you... He gasped as I took my gun and raised it so it was above my head.

"Night, night Triston." I said before knocking him out.

Joe, who just witnessed such thing, went to his radio, we didn't stop him because the bomb contained gasses that were poisonous. Sniff that thing and you're dead without a doubt, masks couldn't help, so even if they called several guards, they wouldn't make it.

"I need backup, I need backup!!" He panicked through the radio.

Lala grab the radio from Joe and smashed it with her heel. Carols, on the other hand, got a bat and smack him right in the face, knocking him out cold.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and a woman came out screaming out at the scene.