You entered in the fan meeting room, looking for Eminem. His short blond hair was really easy to see through the people there, but when they all look around, not here. You walk to another room, behind the scene.

"Is someone there?"

suddentely, your eyes sees a closet curtain moving. You try to stop, but you’re already are in front of the door. When you put your hand on the curtain, a hand grabs yours and push you in the closet too, putting a hand on your mouth.

"Shut.up."