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Chapter 1

The lights are flashing, the music is pumping, and most importantly, the crowd is screaming my name. David! David! David! They scream, just begging for an encore; but alas I have to disappoint, it's 1:30AM and even David Aubrey needs his beauty sleep. I say my final goodbye to Brazil and run back to the tour bus. Upon entering my stylist, Amy, runs toward me screaming.

"OMG! Superstar, that was amazing! Your best concert, like, ever!" Amy screams while hugging me tightly.

"Amy, you know I love you… but please, can you let go and stop screaming so I can sleep?" I say. Amy really is an amazing stylist; she has a super successful designer clothing line called Aphrodite & Eros Inc., which she made specifically for me, she's been to Fashion Week every year for three years, has a shop on Rodeo Drive, 5th Avenue, and Madison Avenue, and she's only nineteen. She's the best, but she's really hyper.

"Oh, I'm sorry Superstar. I'll be quiet now, but that was really amazing. I can't wait to get to Argentina! It's gonna be epic!" Amy whisper-screams.

I smile and feel the excitement pulsate through my veins. "This World Tour is going to be epic" I say in my head. The door to my section of the bus opens and my dad walks in.

"Hey buddy!" he says, "That was your best concert yet, better than any of mine."

I laugh, my dad is famous too, he actually made my fame by getting me my own TV show and record deal when I was only two, and the rest is history. "I don't think any of my concerts could be better than yours Dad."

"Whatever, you should get to bed know, you have an archery lesson tomorrow at ten." My dad says, "And you can't be late again."

I roll my eyes and sigh, "Dad, I see no point to these lessons. I mean, when am I ever going to use it?"

"You never know a monster may attack you or a mob of screaming teenage girls, there is really no big difference." Dad replies.

I roll my eyes, and Henry, my travel agent/publicist and CEO of Hermes Travel Agency, walks into the room toying with his BlackBerry.

"Hey man great concert. Are you ready for Argentina?" Henry asks.

Before I can reply, my dad says "Actually I was thinking we could take a little detour, and go to New York, we haven't been there in a long time."

Henry and Amy both look at my dad as if he had grown another head, "Are… are you sure about that Apollo?" Henry asks, "New York can wait just a little bit longer."

"Yeah," Amy agrees, "I mean it'll still be there. It's not like it's going anywhere."

My dad just shakes his head, "We have to go, it can't wait anymore." A flash of fear, anger, and sadness pass through Dad's eyes, but it goes just as quickly as it comes and he says "Pack your bags buddy! We're goin' to the Big Apple!"

I try to feel excited, but the look that Amy any Henry give my dad, a look of concern and fear, worries me, and so does the way they were talking, it was as if someone that is out to get them is in New York. Then the emotions that flashed in my dad's eyes were troubling also, as if something horrible is out to get him… or me. But I push those thoughts to the back of my mind, if something in New York was so bad we wouldn't be going right? But I can't shake the feeling of uneasiness that keeps haunting me.

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