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Hitting Unexpected Notes
Mr. Flatt broke a pencil in half. "It didn't work!" He fumed.
"Even if she doesn't go solo... I still want her away from that Darien..." He said, swiveling back and forth on his chair. They were in Oklahoma for a performance. Mr. Flatt had an office there, and the band was exploring, because they'd never been in America before.
"What can I do--" A smile played on Mr. Flatt's lips. "If I can't get them to stop loving each other, I'll use their love against them..." He laughed evilly, grabbing several newspapers, and magazines.
"That was the best hamburger I've ever had!" Serena said, licking her fingers as they walked across a street.
"It better've been, you ate 5 of them!" Raye screeched.
"I was hungry." Serena said innocently.
"We wouldn't have world hunger if you didn't eat like a pig." Raye mumbled.
Serena stopped to fight Raye.
"Hey, be nice you two. How often are you in Oklahoma? Spend it being nice each other." Darien reasoned.
"You're right Darien. Your so smart, I don't know why you date a dimwit like Serena." Raye said, smiling, while she latched onto Darien.
Serena laughed.
"So Serena, write any songs lately?" Lita asked.
"Actually, I'm working on one right now Lita." Serena replied, smiling.
Darien glanced back. "Is it about me?"
"Might be." Serena said, sticking out her tongue.
They arrived at Mr. Flatt's office in the nick of time. They still had to get dressed, get make-up on, and have there hair done, and, frankly, it was tiring.
They were pushed on the stage, and smiled at the cheers they received. Soon they were singing there songs, while Mr. Flatt devised an alibi.
A few hours later, they walked back in, smiles plastered on there faces. Mr. Flatt cleared his throat.
"I would like to speak to Darien."
Darien looked surprised. "I'll be out in a few minutes gang." Darien said, as they all stood, wondering what had happened. But, trusting Mr. Flatts judgment, and Darien's, they went out to the tour bus.
"Darien... I'm sorry, but this was delivered to my office earlier." Said Mr. Flatt, putting on his best 'I'm so sorry' face, though he failed miserably, as he handed Darien a letter.
It was made of cuttings from various magazine's and newspapers. And it read;
sTaY aWaY fRoM sErEnA, sHiEldS, oR eLse!!!
"Oh, no worries Flatt. Every singer gets one of these, you only have to worry if they send you them everyday or something." Darien smiled, shoving it back into Mr. Flatt's hands.
"Uhh, yeah. Well, see you later." Mr. Flatt growled as Darien walked away. 'Everyday? This took me 4 hours! This is harder then I thought!' He screamed mentally. 'But then again, being in the business has its advantages.' And then he slithered away like the snake he is.
Soon Darien was receiving the threats twice a day, and Serena hadn't a clue to what was going on. Darien continued to blow them off, though they were always nagging at the back of his mind. He didn't come to grips, until one night in Georgia.
Serena had wanted to stay out longer, though everyone else wanted to head back to the tour bus. They agreed that she would be back before 10:30, and they set off, Darien, Andrew, and the girls heading to the bus, Serena to walk around some more.
But something went wrong...
Serena was on her way back to the bus, when someone grabbed her from behind. One gloved hand covering her mouth, and the other around her waist, pulling her into the shadows. She tried to scream, but it came out as a muffled, and not loud enough to get anyone's attention. The man pulled a knife, and held it to her throat. She was afraid to blink, she didn't know what to do. Her heart was speeding up, and every minute seemed to take longer then the last.
She glanced down at her watch, '10:59,' she thought. 'Please let them come and find me.'
And then, as if the man could hear down the street, he let go, and ran off, leaving behind yet another threatening note, but Serena dropped to her knees, and didn't see it.
"Serena!" Darien screamed, spotting the crying girl on the ground. "Serena, what happened?" He asked, helping her up.
"A man, he-he, held a knife to my throat. I was so scared!" She cried, latching on to him.
Darien hugged her in comfort, and saw the note left behind. He gulped as he read the frightening message.
I wArNeD yOu...
To Be Continued
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Hitting Unexpected Notes
Mr. Flatt broke a pencil in half. "It didn't work!" He fumed.
"Even if she doesn't go solo... I still want her away from that Darien..." He said, swiveling back and forth on his chair. They were in Oklahoma for a performance. Mr. Flatt had an office there, and the band was exploring, because they'd never been in America before.
"What can I do--" A smile played on Mr. Flatt's lips. "If I can't get them to stop loving each other, I'll use their love against them..." He laughed evilly, grabbing several newspapers, and magazines.
"That was the best hamburger I've ever had!" Serena said, licking her fingers as they walked across a street.
"It better've been, you ate 5 of them!" Raye screeched.
"I was hungry." Serena said innocently.
"We wouldn't have world hunger if you didn't eat like a pig." Raye mumbled.
Serena stopped to fight Raye.
"Hey, be nice you two. How often are you in Oklahoma? Spend it being nice each other." Darien reasoned.
"You're right Darien. Your so smart, I don't know why you date a dimwit like Serena." Raye said, smiling, while she latched onto Darien.
Serena laughed.
"So Serena, write any songs lately?" Lita asked.
"Actually, I'm working on one right now Lita." Serena replied, smiling.
Darien glanced back. "Is it about me?"
"Might be." Serena said, sticking out her tongue.
They arrived at Mr. Flatt's office in the nick of time. They still had to get dressed, get make-up on, and have there hair done, and, frankly, it was tiring.
They were pushed on the stage, and smiled at the cheers they received. Soon they were singing there songs, while Mr. Flatt devised an alibi.
A few hours later, they walked back in, smiles plastered on there faces. Mr. Flatt cleared his throat.
"I would like to speak to Darien."
Darien looked surprised. "I'll be out in a few minutes gang." Darien said, as they all stood, wondering what had happened. But, trusting Mr. Flatts judgment, and Darien's, they went out to the tour bus.
"Darien... I'm sorry, but this was delivered to my office earlier." Said Mr. Flatt, putting on his best 'I'm so sorry' face, though he failed miserably, as he handed Darien a letter.
It was made of cuttings from various magazine's and newspapers. And it read;
sTaY aWaY fRoM sErEnA, sHiEldS, oR eLse!!!
"Oh, no worries Flatt. Every singer gets one of these, you only have to worry if they send you them everyday or something." Darien smiled, shoving it back into Mr. Flatt's hands.
"Uhh, yeah. Well, see you later." Mr. Flatt growled as Darien walked away. 'Everyday? This took me 4 hours! This is harder then I thought!' He screamed mentally. 'But then again, being in the business has its advantages.' And then he slithered away like the snake he is.
Soon Darien was receiving the threats twice a day, and Serena hadn't a clue to what was going on. Darien continued to blow them off, though they were always nagging at the back of his mind. He didn't come to grips, until one night in Georgia.
Serena had wanted to stay out longer, though everyone else wanted to head back to the tour bus. They agreed that she would be back before 10:30, and they set off, Darien, Andrew, and the girls heading to the bus, Serena to walk around some more.
But something went wrong...
Serena was on her way back to the bus, when someone grabbed her from behind. One gloved hand covering her mouth, and the other around her waist, pulling her into the shadows. She tried to scream, but it came out as a muffled, and not loud enough to get anyone's attention. The man pulled a knife, and held it to her throat. She was afraid to blink, she didn't know what to do. Her heart was speeding up, and every minute seemed to take longer then the last.
She glanced down at her watch, '10:59,' she thought. 'Please let them come and find me.'
And then, as if the man could hear down the street, he let go, and ran off, leaving behind yet another threatening note, but Serena dropped to her knees, and didn't see it.
"Serena!" Darien screamed, spotting the crying girl on the ground. "Serena, what happened?" He asked, helping her up.
"A man, he-he, held a knife to my throat. I was so scared!" She cried, latching on to him.
Darien hugged her in comfort, and saw the note left behind. He gulped as he read the frightening message.
I wArNeD yOu...
To Be Continued
Oooo. What's gonna happen? That's for me to know, and you to find out! Review for faster chapter!!!
Rebel Dreamer
:O :) :D =) =D -_-; +_+