I don't own the characters or the show

I don't own the characters or the show.
Chapter 7

The mysterious man from the gift shop walks into the room. Causing Fi to turn white and become tense all over. Clu and Jack look up from their cards at her. Jack waves his hand in front of her face after a few seconds she snaps out of her trance.

"What's wrong?" Clu asks.

"Him." She said while nodding her head towards the red head.

"What about him?"

"This is a closed rehearsal he shouldn't be here."

"He works here Fi. Plus since when have we forced people away from the practices?" Fiona knew there had been a few times but now wasn't a time to prove her brother wrong. The man was just standing there like he had been in the gift shop. Facing the stage has if he were watching the band, but he was not. His eyes were cast down towards the ground instead. Both boys shrug him off he works here must have some kind of duty. And even if he didn't what harm was he causing? No one else noticed him. Only Fiona seemed to be frightened of the man. He didn't seem to have work cloth on. At least not uniforms the other hotel staff was wearing. How did they know he worked here? How did they find that out?

"What does he do?" She asks out loud to no one in particular.

"Who?" Clu replies.

"Him."

"Him who?" Clu asks again. Fi sighs with frustration but tries her best to keep her composure.

"That guy over there that you said worked here."

"Bellhop." Jack spoke up to say while laying a nine of diamonds down causing Clu to groan. Fi gave up they obvisolouly didn't want to talk with here, and she could tell she was close to pissing them off. So she gets up from the table. Molly and the band are taking a break from performing to allow the microphones to be fixed. She steps off the stage and grabs a drink from an awaiting sorofom cup. Carey stays on the stage to lend a hand to the roadies who were short handed because of a nasty bug that was going around. Fi decides to go and talk with her mom.