I was completely oblivious to anything that was going on around me at that time. My mind was focused towards Freddie's mistake with the audition. "We missed our chance" I had thought. I was so focused on that, that I couldn't even see what was laid out before my very eyes. It slowly approached, creeping up my spine. Within seconds I had blacked out. My vision blurred back to see two figures shadowing overheard.
"...who...w-ho are y-you?" I hadn't gotten over the impact from hitting the concrete floor. The whole room was spinning and I couldn't make out anything. I then heard some voices, but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. It was something about a phone and a car. But the next thing I knew, I was being carried off into the dark night.
I kept falling in and out of consciousness, having little knowledge of what was going on. I could hear two deep voices, one that I recognized as Freddie's. I couldn't quite put my finger on who the second voice's was, but I knew it was familiar.
After about 20 minutes, I had regained full consciousness. I was in the backseat of a car, tied up. "Am I being kidnapped" I had though to myself. "But just a second ago I was there with Freddie, talking about how we missed our shot with the record company. What am I doing here?"
"Oh, well looky-here. It seems as if Miss Perfect has woken up. Feeling better sweetie?" I wasn't sure on who said this, but whoever it was, was driving the car. I had definitely heard the voice before, but for the life of me, I couldn't put a name to his voice.
"Where are you taking me? And better yet, WHY are you doing this to me?" I wanted answers. I wasn't going to sit there in the back of his car and go quietly.
"Why don't you ask your good friend, Freddie?" He then nodded his head to his right. I then looked in the passenger's seat and saw Freddie sitting there. He was looking back at me, smiling. Not a "nice" smile. More of a...evil grin.
"...who...w-ho are y-you?" I hadn't gotten over the impact from hitting the concrete floor. The whole room was spinning and I couldn't make out anything. I then heard some voices, but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. It was something about a phone and a car. But the next thing I knew, I was being carried off into the dark night.
I kept falling in and out of consciousness, having little knowledge of what was going on. I could hear two deep voices, one that I recognized as Freddie's. I couldn't quite put my finger on who the second voice's was, but I knew it was familiar.
After about 20 minutes, I had regained full consciousness. I was in the backseat of a car, tied up. "Am I being kidnapped" I had though to myself. "But just a second ago I was there with Freddie, talking about how we missed our shot with the record company. What am I doing here?"
"Oh, well looky-here. It seems as if Miss Perfect has woken up. Feeling better sweetie?" I wasn't sure on who said this, but whoever it was, was driving the car. I had definitely heard the voice before, but for the life of me, I couldn't put a name to his voice.
"Where are you taking me? And better yet, WHY are you doing this to me?" I wanted answers. I wasn't going to sit there in the back of his car and go quietly.
"Why don't you ask your good friend, Freddie?" He then nodded his head to his right. I then looked in the passenger's seat and saw Freddie sitting there. He was looking back at me, smiling. Not a "nice" smile. More of a...evil grin.