"MITCHEL, MITCHEL, MITCHEL! WE LOVE YOU," screamed a dozen fans in the audience. I started singing in the crowd. Until, everything started so fast, we were all escorted out of the auditorium.
They suspected a guy had a gun, and surely enough they were right. A fan lied on the cold ground outside of the auditorium, half alive. I studied her outer beauty. She looked exactly around my age, maybe a year older. She had long-black, straight hair and baby blue eyes, and pale skin. She was short, and skinny.
"Miss, hold on. Help is on the way," I said, not knowing how long she was capable of breathing.
Her eyes closed, as she breathed hard. I grabbed her, carrying her to where the meds would met her. Than what I least expected, she pushed me away. She fell to the ground, getting up. Than, holding her sides and stepping away from me. "It's alright...Umm.."
"Latrisha," she respond. She heard the hospital truck, and made a run for it. "Latrisha, it's okay..Please come back," I yelled, but it was no use, she was already gone.
As I explained to the meds they seemed almost shocked, and looked to me as if I was telling lies. Than, they were off, as they left the job to finding Latrisha to the police.
Latrisha, I hope somewhere you are okay, and safe. I thought to myself, and headed towards the tour bus, where I knew I was safe.
