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AUSTIN'S POINT OF VIEW

It's the eighth day since Ally's abduction. I don't know why it's so hard to find Trent. How far could he go, really?

Trish set up an interview with me with Panther Beat, a popular magazine that almost every teenager in Florida reads. At first I was extremely frustrated because I can't even think about interviews at a time like this. Why would she think I could? I reamed on her. But she explained to me that this is a way to make Trent pay. He's always wanted to be famous. So now he'll be famous for being on Miami's Most Wanted list. We spoke to the police about it, first, though. After some consideration, they agreed to let me speak to the interviewer, provided they would be present. Panther Beat didn't get why at first, but agreed nevertheless.

Usually Ally helps me get ready, but due to her absence, Trish had to help this time. But we were all distracted to the point we didn't realize the buttons on my shirt were crooked until just before the reporter was there.

The officer and I left the practice room and went downstairs to greet her.

"Hey," I say, shaking her hand. "I'm Austin Moon."

She smiles. "Nicole," she replies. "Now, Austin, I'm looking forward to this interview. In fact, your manager said this might be an interview that should be live. Should I be excited?"

"Well, uh," I stammer. "It's definitely something you won't be expecting," I admit.

"Ooh," she enthuses. She turns to the camera and says, "Get comfortable, America."

"America," I ask. "I thought it was only in Florida?" I'm worried.

"Well, our live interviews are broadcast throughout the country. Canada and the UK get the reruns."

Wow. So over 410 million people will hear about Trent. Then even more because of the way news travel over the 'net. I guess that's good. "Okay," is all I say.

She points to the benches by the door. "Can we sit here," she asks.

"Sure," I say. We sit down. I turn to see Mr. Dawson selling a guitar. I'm amazed he's kept it together. I haven't.

"So, Austin," Nicole says. "I hear you're working on a new song with your songwrite, Ally Dawson."

"No, actually," I reply. "It's been scrapped." I lied, but it was our song and I wasn't letting it go.

"Oh," she mumbles. "Well tell us about what's going on, then." She smiles.

Here goes nothing.

"Well, I want to talk about Trent."

"Trent?" she asks, confused.

"Oh, T-Fame," I clarify. "The guy who I supposedly had a long-standing feud with."

"Oh," she enthuses. "What about him? Has the heat been turned up?"

"Well, actually, the heat has turned up, but I'm at a simmer and he boiled over."

She chuckles. "What do you mean?"

I take a deep breath. "If you take a look behind me," I gesture to my friends. "You'll see 2 of the 3 other members of Team Austin. Dez – my cameraman and director. And Trish – my manager. However, who you don't see is Ally – my songwriter and best friend." Girlfriend.

"Well, where is she?" Nicole wonders.

"Trent, erh, T-Fame, I mean."

"What about him?"

I turn and look directly in to the camera. "Sonic Boom was broken in to 8 days ago. Trent and his friend, Dex were the burglars. They managed to escape police custody while the officers were doing a final sweep of the area. Once we were back at Ally's house – the four of us – we fell asleep. In thr morning we wake up to Ally's empty bed, her front door open and very evident signs of struggle on her part. We didn't know who took her but our only assumption was Trent." Nicole's eyes are wide. "Trent contacted me later and demanded I stop singing as a career in exchange for Ally back. He didn't deny it was him when we asked. So it's been 8 days since I've had Ally with me. I wanted America to know that Trent isn't just the 'Crybaby of the Week', but he's also Criminal of the Year in my book. I need your help to stop him."

Nicole is frantically scribbling down in her notepad. The camera guy is staring at me in shock.

"So that's what I wanted you to know," I finish.

ALLY'S POINT OF VIEW

I've probably been crying and screaming for a good 3 hours. I don't know how long I've been here, because despite what he said, Trent's meal times have been inconsistent. I dug a tiny hole in the wall with my pen but that's all that's been keeping me somewhat sane. I need to see Austin, Trish and Dez. I just want to crawl up in Austin's arms and sleep forever.