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The spotlights were turned down so no one could see the stage. The only light was the small lights lining the entrance. The crowd was growing fast, and more and more people took their seats. The smell of a mix of perfume and sweat laced the air making it almost unbreathable. But not for the Chase Hollow fans. Slow music played as people shushed each other. The light moved its way to a very handsome young boy with short ashy blonde hair and honey brown eyes. He was a wonder, his voice like an angel’s hymn. People screamed his name, as he flipped and moved like a snake with a pungi. His parents looked out with awe, wondering how they made a boy like that.
As soon as he finished, he landed gracefully on the ground, bowing to his audience. First, there was silence, then the crowd exploded with cheers.
“Thank you, thank you,” he said.
No one noticed that the air became humid, like they were in an oven.
Then out of nowhere, a scream broke out, echoing through the auditorium. The fire alarm screamed out as everyone started to panic.
“Huh? Hey, guys, don't panic!” said the singer. He walked to the commotion which was on the side of the stage not visible to the audience and found that the stage had caught on fire. Everyone was running around in a rush. But most importantly, his parents were in that part of the stage.
“MOM, DAD!” he called. “WHERE ARE YOU?!”
Deacon emerged from the smoke, coughing his brains out.
“Chase, we gotta get out of here!” Deacon pulled Chase from the fire
.
“But my parents!” He tried to stop Deacon from dragging him, which worked a little bit.
“They're gone, Chase!” Deacon said. “Now I need to go find Harley!”
“Oh, so you can find your girlfriend, but I can’t find my parents?”
“Just go outside!” Deacon ran before Chase could say another word. Chase stared at the exit and then back to the smoking flame. He wasn't gonna leave his parents behind. So he ran back into the fire.
The whole room was filled with hot orange flames, eating away at all the things the stage held. He couldn't see, and he could barely breathe.
“Mom…,” he coughed out. “...Dad….”
He couldn't hear anything, just the crackle of the fire around him.
“DAD!” he fell to the ground. “MOM!”
“Chase?”
He gasped.
*** (Chase your dead)
“Harley!” Deacon ran to the other side of the stage. She wasn’t in the part of the stage that is now on fire, which is good. Last time he saw her, she was in the ballet practice room, which wasn't far from the stage.
He ran in the room, opening the door hastily.
“Harley!” Harley wasn't in there, but Sylvie was. Sylvie was looking around the room in confusion. She had on a black one piece with leggings and ballet shoes. Her white hair was loose down her back.
“Deacon? W-what's happening?”
“There's a fire on the stage.”
Sylvie's light blue eyes went wide. “Oh no, is Chase all right?”
“Yes, he should be outside by now.”
“Good.”
“Now, do you know where Harley went?!”
“She went to take a walk to take a little break. We were practicing a new move, and she needed a breather.”
“Okay, um….” Deacon looked around to try and find her, but to no avail. “Do you know where she went?”
“I think she went left.”
“Okay, I'm gonna go find her. Make sure you make it to safety.” Sylvie nodded. Deacon ran left. Down this hall, there was only an exit and a storage room.
“Harley!” Deacon yelled. “Harley!”
“Deacon?” A girl came out of the storage room. She had on the same practice uniform as Sylvie. Her wavy brown hair was set in a tight bun. She quickly pushed her glasses back onto her face.
“Harley!” Deacon ran to her.
“Deacon, what's going on?!” She had a scared look on her face, her brown eyes laced with fear.
“It's gonna be okay. Go to the exit. I’m gonna see if everyone else is okay…”
“I'm not leaving you here!”
Deacon held her hands. “Harley, I need you to go to the exit, please!”
“I…”
“Please.”
Harley ran to the end of the hall, where the exit door was. She looked back at Deacon before disappearing through the door.
Deacon sighed. Now, he has to go back to the stage and help save people. He honestly didn’t want to go back, but he felt guilty not doing anything at all.
Let's get this over with.
And he ran towards the stage.
*** (Deacon and Spookie :3)
“Chase?”
Chase gasped.
“Mom?” he crawled to where her voice was. “Mom, where are you?!”
“Chase…,” his mom said. “He’s dead.”
“Who’s dead, who?!”
“Your father…”
Chase stopped.
“D-Dad?”
“Yes.”
“N-no, h-he can’t be! I….I…how?!” Chase whimpered.
“There was a spark in one of the cameras, and it got caught on one of the clothes. A-and your dad was standing right there.”
The clothes Chase put there. He put those clothes there.
“I-it’s all my fault.”
“It’s not…. You didn’t know.” A figure came into view from the smoke. He gasped.
“M-mom?” Her left side of her face was red and patchy. She didn’t look like his mom anymore. This can’t be her.
“N-no…” Chase mumbled.
“Chase…”
“I DID THIS!!!”
“Chase, you need to calm down and get out of here.”
“I’M A MURDERER!”
“Chase, no, get out of here!”
Chase couldn’t move. He didn’t deserve to live if he was a murderer. He didn’t deserve to be a singer. It was starting to get really hard to breathe.
He felt a hand pull him up. “Huh…” Chase mumbled before passing out.
Chase woke up in a hospital bed, his eyes adjusting to the light. Chase looked around the room which was filled with fancy doctor gadgets and tools. The room was quiet except for the beeping of the heart monitor next to him. There was a desk in the corner of the room which had a computer sitting on it.
Chase’s mouth felt dry, like he hadn’t drank something in days.
What happened again?
The door opened, and someone walked inside. They had a white coat on and a name tag. Chase squinted but couldn’t see what it said.
“Ah, I see you're awake,” The doctor said. “How are you feeling?”
Chase ignored the doctor’s question. “What happened?”
The doctor frowned. “You don’t remember?”
“No.”
“I don’t wanna stress you out…”
Was it that bad? “It can’t be that bad, Doc.” He smiled.
“I…” The doctor sighed. “Just come with me.”
The doctor guided him down a hallway and turned to a door that said room 245. They opened it to reveal Chase's mom with a bandage around her face. She had her arms to her side.
Chase gasped, and all the memories came back to him. The stage. The fire. His parents. His dad.
Chase stumbled backwards, and the doctor put their hand on his back.
“Are you okay?” They asked.
“I…. It's all my fault. ...All of it…”
“I'm sure it's not.”
“I KILLED MY OWN DAD!!!”
“Yes, you did.”
Chase held his breath, and he turned around.
Standing there was a woman with brunette hair put into a ponytail. She had glasses and a grey sweater on.
Beth.
“It was all your fault…”
“Ma'am, let's not…,” The doctor started.
Beth gave them a death glare which made them quiet.
“Why would you want to kill your own parents?!”
“I didn't mean to…I…”
“You must be a psychopath to do such a thing.” Beth shook her head. “I knew from the day you were born you were trouble.”
“I…I'm sorry.”
“Oh, you will have to do more than apologize.”
Chase went down onto his knees. “Please, I didn't mean to!”
Beth smiled. “In order for me to believe you…, quit.”
“Quit what?” Chase lifted his head, enough to see Beth undying gaze.
“Quit singing and tell everyone you killed your family.”
“Trust me, I already planned to quit…, but tell people that….”
“People deserve to know, right? After all, they are your fans.”
“Yeah, you're right…”
Beth crossed her arms. “Oh, and we might need to send you to a mental hospital.”
“W-what?”
“What do you mean, ‘what?’ You tried to kill your own parents.”
“It was an accident. That won't be necessary.”
“Okay, then prove to me that you're mentally sane to tell your fans the truth.”
“Okay,” Chase got up. He was done talking about this.
“And remember, I know it wasn't an accident. If you say it was…, I will make sure you end up arrested.”
Chase gulped and walked down the hallway to the waiting room and the entrance.
He really couldn’t get out of this.
(A few years later)
Chase was in the living room, watching some TV.
Beth was watching him, like he was about to murder the whole entire family.
Chase had found a job at the grocery store as a bagger, and it was boring. He lost all interest in singing and dancing. It wasn't Beth's fault; he was gonna quit. And even if he wanted to sing again, his reputation was ruined by “the truth.”
The news was playing on the TV, and a man, who looked to be in his 30s, was talking about a variety of things: car accidents, hurricanes, criminals, new dancers.
Wait, new dancers?
He turned up the volume.
The man on the TV cleared his throat before he said, “A new dance team came from Crystal Cove to Sugar Springs! They came on stage and danced. The crowd was taken aback from the dancers unique dancing!”
The group was filled with nine people dancing in a series of spins and leaps. Their outfits were shiny as they moved together as one. They didn't seem like normal dancers. Chase thought it was called…ballet? It almost made him miss dancing.
The man continued, “We have the leader and his grandpa on live right now!”
A screen came into view. There was an old man, who looked incredibly old, holding a young man by his shoulders. The young man had short jet black hair and icy blue eyes. He had a black outfit that covered most of him. The shoulders had silver sparkles on it. He wasn’t an ugly guy. He would definitely get the girls. But the look in his eyes…didn’t look happy.
His smile was forced, and he looked uncomfortable to be there. Poor guy. I get it. He’ll get used to being seen by a large crowd. Chase had to get used to it at his first stage concert.
But still…he looked like he didn't want to be there at all.
The old man was smiling at least.
But the odd thing was that was that the old man didn't let the boy talk. He answered every question the news guy gave him.
That was really odd.
Chase really wished for the best for him, ‘cause he will never dance or sing again.
Ever.