Hey guys! Another chapter here for ya! This is kinda filler before the real action begins, but the second POV may or may not have you on the edge of your seats!

Enjoy or hate! Whichever you prefer!

Ray POV

I hurried into the Team Crafted house, slamming the front door behind me and racing up to my room, unaware that Mitch was in the middle of a recording. Sapphire peeked out of the entertainment room to find me in a rush. She sighed and returned to the other room.

"Mitch! Guess what happened!" I exclaimed, my eyes barely landing on my husband at the computer.

"Ray…" Mitch whispered, "I'm doing Hunger Games with Noah… can you please leave the room for a few minutes…?"

I turned to the desk, gasping and lowering the level of my voice, "Oh… sorry… Is Jerome available?"

"I'm sure he is… unless he's doing another recording…"

I shrugged and tiptoed out of the room after placing my school bag on the floor next to my desk. Walking over to Jerome and Carter's room, I knocked on the door softly, but loud enough so that my friend could hear.

"Who's there?" Jerome's high pitched voice called out. He never bothered coming to the door to answer it until he got a funny comment about either him being furry or his nose.

"Ray. We need to talk."

He cleared his throat, "You're missing something."

"What am I missing?" I glanced around, looking under and over items for possibly a key or something that I had to slide under the door.

"You know what it is."

I groaned, "Fine. You're one sticky dirty bacca."

"How dare you!" Jerome shouted, "Come inside!"

I smirked, opening up the door and finding my friend lying on a bean bag, his iPad on his lap. The lights were dimmed and only the flickering colored lights that he hung from the ceiling showed off brightness.

"What is it that you require my wisdom, dear madam?"

"I need confirmation from someone besides my new friend Clara that I should audition for a musical."

"What?" Jerome snapped out of his wise state, "You're auditioning for a musical?!"

"I turned in a form for the main character…"

"What are you asking me for?"

"If I should still do it."

Jerome didn't have trouble saying what he needed, "Ray, you're an amazing singer… I say of course."

I, on the other hand, was nervous out of my mind. Calm down, I told myself, it's only Jerome. He won't bite… well, maybe he would… I internally laughed. "Do you think Mitch will say so too?"

"Probably. Why didn't you go to him first?"

Rolling my eyes, I groaned. "He's recording."

"Which jag this time?"

"Noah."

Jerome instantly replied, giggling. "Yep. He's a jag."

"Do you even like him?"

"Sure. He's cool… but not a good singer…"

I burst out laughing, "I've been in your live streams. I know."

Jerome stood up from the bean bag and turned on his computer at his desk. He turned to me. "Do you know that Team Crafted is thinking of Ryan and Emma moving in too?"

I bit my lip. "No…" I crept over to Jerome's door and peeked it open to glance down the hall towards my room. "Is Mitch done?"

"No clue," Jerome replied, "Why don't you try him?"

"Okay." I sighed and exited out the door.

"Oh yeah! Ray! Do it!" Jerome called out as I walked.

I chuckled sarcastically, "Sure, Jerome! Whatever you say!"

"Can we have a party?!"

The door to my room was already open, allowing Mitch to listen to his buddy's request.

Mitch laughed, "No parties until this whole house thing is settled!"

"Fine," Jerome growled, causing me to chuckle.

Fia POV

It had been three hours since I had been trapped inside of Kohta's house as a hostage. My cousin, Allison, and Ashley had strapped me down to a chair, my wrists taped down onto the arms of the chair, and my ankles taped around the legs. Luckily, they had spared my sunglasses, and I was able to keep the bridge of the plastic on the tip of my nose.

Only Ashley was in the room at that certain moment. With no clue where Kohta and Allison had gone, I attempted to trick my enemy with my wits. If wits didn't work, I would bust out of the tape and make sure she let me go. "If I can't leave the house, can I at least use a phone to call Adam?"

Ashley filed her perfectly circular pink-colored finger-nails, her left leg crossed over her right. I could see the amount of time she took in making sure each nail had a perfect rounded edge to it… while I didn't have one single opinion on my appearance. Maybe one… or a few… But Ashley just seemed ridiculous. She glanced at her file, oblivious to my questioning, disagreeing with each thing I spoke. "No."

I grumbled, annoyed with Ashley's obsession with her looks. "Just to tell him not to look for me?"

"No."

I bit my lip, figuring out what to do. A sudden idea came to my mind and I smirked at the thought. "How about Seto?" Ashley finally paid attention to my question, perking up at Seto's name. "What if I call Seto to bring me food? I'll tell him not to come with your sister."

Ashley took one glare at me before handing me her cell phone. "Don't tell them I'm doing this."

"Thank you," I responded, my fingers wrapping around the phone, "Maybe you could take off the tape… so I can actually make the call…"

"Oh… yeah… Don't escape… I'll be here."

I rolled my eyes behind the shades. "I won't escape, Ashley."

"Fia, I know you well enough. You would escape if you had the chance." Ashley walked over to the chair and cut loose the tape, letting me stand up and walk to another corner of the room. My kidnapper looked over me as if my existence meant life or death to her.

"Which I don't. Problem solved." I secretly typed in Adam's number, and pressed the call button. The phone went directly to my ear. I grinned towards Ashley, only hearing a ring. "Now don't bother me about it."

"Hey, it's Adam Dahlberg!"

As soon as I heard Adam's voice, I cheered up, my face blushing pink. "Hi! Where are you right now?" Eventually, I figured out that he hadn't answered my question and my call had gone straight to voicemail. I sighed, glancing down. Ashley stood three feet away, so I chose to continue so she would believe Seto would show up.

"Um… yeah… can you bring us some take-out…? I'm with Kohta and she's too lazy to go to the store…" I waited two seconds for dramatic tension. "Sure… sure. Okay. I'll text you the address. Yes, this is Fia."

Off to the side I quickly whispered closely to the microphone, "I'm sorry, Adam. Allison and Ashley have me hostage… I need you to stay safe and far away from the situation. Just let Seto know that he has to come… Please… Remember… Bye…" The voicemail hung up, and I threw the phone onto the chair. I could feel my pressure building up; I either needed something to eat… or Adam… I came to a clear conclusion: all I needed was Adam. Deleting the outgoing call from Ashley's recent calls, I put on a fake smile and spun around to face her. I handed Ashley her phone. "Done. You can tape me down to the chair again." And that she did.

Oh! Plot twist! Is Adam gonna come to save Fia? Will she be trapped with Ashley, Allison, and Kohta?

Will Ray succeed at the audition or will it all go downhill? Find out next time in another episode of Dragon Ball Z... no... Living on a Few Dreams... I have never seem that other show ever...