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Music blaring from four loudspeakers that surround me, and me not knowing where in the world I am is a terrible predicament to be in.
That's when I see the door. I get to my feet and stumble towards the door, and then to the ground as the room swirls out of my control. I'm drugged up. At least that answers one of my questions. I push with all my might and pick myself back up off the ground. With the room spinning, I take it slow. I make it to the door and try the knob. It doesn't budge.
Just my luck.
I slide down the wall next to the door not completely on purpose. I recognize this music from somewhere, but I can't think of where or why. It's too loud to understand any of the words or even what kind of music it is, but it's familiar. I try to think of what to do next, but ideas are fleeting. Luckily for me, an idea of what to do came crashing through the door.
A man pushs the door open as wide as he can, I'm sure it made a crash as it slammed against the wall, but I can't hear it over the music. I'm also pretty sure he's yelling at me. He looks mad. That's when I notice the gun. Me and guns don't really see eye to eye most days, but today I can't seem to avoid it. The man sticks the barrel right in my face.
"What do you want," I yell at the top of my lungs. I'm sure he can't hear me, but hey, it's worth a shot.
His mouth moves but I don't hear him. He reachs down and grabs me by the arm, and me being drugged up, it's no use fighting. He drags me to my feet and I wabble there, gun in my face, and him yelling nothing at me.
By this time, I can almost pick out the melody of the song and it's starting to come back to me, but it's hard to think with all this noise annihilating my eardrums. Not to mention the gun.
This guy, he looks familiar too. And younger than he had from the ground. It feels like I should know what's going on, but I guess that's normal.
Suddenly everything goes quiet. Well, if you call incessant ringing quiet. The guy stops yelling too. Maybe he's startled. Maybe I'm dead. I can't tell. Then I noticed the warmth on my chest. With the ringing in my head, I almost don't feel the sudden rush of pain in my chest. My legs give out and I go down to the floor. Here I am, on my knees, bleeding from a gunshot wound to the chest and this guy is starts yelling at me, this time I hear him.
"You see what you made me do?!"
I'm confused to say the least.
"It was you all along. But I found out! You won't be stealing from me anymore!" he yells. He seems proud.
And now that I think of it, I do recognize him. Come to think of it, I recognize the song too. He made it. I'm his agent. Well, was his agent.
The sad part is, I can't tell you his name. I know he made a lot of money and I made sure to take a hefty portion as a finder's fee. I guess he didn't like it.
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