The drumming of the music blasted into your headphones, snug on your head as you confidently pushed your way through. Hand on the cool metal door handle... you couldn't help but take a final shoulder check.

For a moment, you were still as you stared at the abandoned cars on the driveway. You could clock Vinny's car, that old, beat up red ute that was parked on the grass. The scratched red paint along the bumper and then there was.. Chase's car? That striking blue Lamborghini, freshly painted and sat on the side of the road. Untouched, the both of them. You knew those two were both wanting 'Willie'. A new character in a horror movie. They were both quiet competitive with each other, it was kinda scary at times. Of course they both went to the audition's party.

You never liked that producer. Duke Cain. Some big shot that was rising in popularity, and how? He did it so.. quickly, it rubbed you the wrong way. Just something about his smile, something how he entranced actors with a look. You never got it.

What was to be expected, drunk or passed out actors, someone.. anyone. But there was no one... What? There was no one. All the lights were flickering dimly, there was no music, only the remains of party.

With a shaking hand you reached for your pocket, and with a soft click, you went to text Vinny.

YOU - 10:00AM

YOU> Vinny. Istg. Answer you phone.

YOU> Please. Pick up. Now.

There was the sound, and your eyes instantly perked up. "Vinny?"