Chapter 2

On the set of Space Jam Now…

Everyone was sitting on the bleachers waiting for the director's cue to begin a new scene.

Bugs and Daffy sat way up at the top and the girls sat way down in front of them. All of the characters were all geared up in their Tune Squad jersey's and Michael Jordan was practicing shooting hoops on the other side of the court.

The director was standing with the producer and assistant, holding a book to check off the names of who was here and who wasn't, his eyes scanning everyone silently. Then he noticed a certain someone wasn't present….

"Where is Lola!" He asked loudly, slamming his pencil down on his clipboard.

Everyone stopped talking and fell silent. Then all actively began scanning all around them for Lola on the bleachers.

Bugs had been trying to get a hold of her for the last two weeks, leaving voicemails asking when she would be coming back.

But he never heard back from her.

No one did.

It just wasn't like her to show up everyday for rehearsals then suddenly just not show up in two weeks.

The director took off his glasses and thought for a moment.

"Has anyone heard from her?" he asked aloud

Everyone silently shook there heads no.

Lola's best friend Melissa Duck looked away and stared down.

The director took notice. "Melissa, do you know what happened?"

All sixty faces on the bleachers turned towards her.

"Well umm.." she looked up at him then to the side, noticing everyone's eyes on her.

"Come on up here." The director motioned for her to talk to him.

Melissa got up putting her jacket down then looked up at Bugs, giving him a serious knowing look then turned making her way across to the director.

Bugs had an idea about what happened, but didn't know for sure. At the time, he went to Lola's facebook and saw her status change dramatically, which led to an enormous flood of comments minutes later. Many of them left unadressed. He tried calling her but he didn't get anything back but her voicemail. He was worried about her more than anyone else.

Bugs spinned a basketball in his hand as he watched Melissa make her way down to the director as everyone began whispering back and forth to each other.

As Melissa began to talk, the producer was going down the list of names to call for the next scene, the camera crew was way down in the room setting up camera and lights.

Just then, the sound of the gym door slowly creaked open then shut, clicking back into place as the sound echoed slowly throughout the room.

Everyone looked up and gasped.

It was Lola.