Why does the cameras looked bulky than the usual? And why are the men wearing fedoras and old-style suits? Everything doesn't look and feel right. The atmosphere is making her feel uncomfortable.

"Let's go,we need you to get out of here or they'll eat you alive." she heard someone talking to her,as she felt someone's hand on her wrist. She quickly pulled her wrist away from that person.

"I'm sorry,but who are you?" she asked in confusion.

"We're not at the party yet and now you're acting all drunk already? I'm your Richard,your agent!" the man replied,while looking amused.

"Let me just make it clear,I don't have an agent.I'm a freelancer----!" Serena wasn't able to finish her sentence when the weird man spoke again.

"Look,I need to keep you safe and sound from these people.We need to go now!"

Serena just realized that the man was worried about her as the press and the photographers started to walk towards her in a frenzy. It could be dangerous for her to stay in this place longer. She didn't have a choice but to follow the man or else she will die because of lack of oxygen as the people started crowding the place.

The man went to a small alleyway and they continued running until they've reached a parking lot. The man opened the door of an old-fashioned car. She quickly went inside,while her head was spinning because of confusion.

The next thing she knew,the car suddenly starts running,and Richard was behind the steering wheel.

"Are you alright,Lizzie? You don't look like your normal self today..."

Serena took a deep calming breath and she decided to talk sensibly.

"Wait,did you just call me "Lizzie?" That's not my name!"

"Oh yeah,you don't want to be called "Lizzie." You always think that this name is for little girls...My bad. From now on I'll practice calling you Elizabeth until I get used to it."

Serena's eyes widened as if she was inside a horror movie.

"What did you call me? Did you just say "Elizabeth?!"

"Yes! What else should I call you aside from your given birth name? You are always known as Elizabeth Montecarlo!" the agent responded.

She was unable to speak after she heard the man addressed her as Elizabeth Montecarlo. What on earth is going on?

Her train of thoughts suddenly stopped when the car door opened. She didn't realized that the car had stopped.

"W-Where are we now?"

"We are now at the venue of the after show party. Come,everyone's waiting for you.They can't wait to congratulate for your wonderful performance on your very first musical play." "Richard" stated.

She stepped out from the car as if she was in a trance. She followed the man and once she was inside the party hall,the music suddenly stopped and all of the people stared at her...

And oh my goodness,she felt like she stepped into another era. Everyone was was fashionably dressed,just like what she usually sees on 1940's films. She felt like she's trapped in the world of a movie back in 1945,but in her case,it's not all black and white. Everyone and everything is in deep color.

"Elizabeth,darling! You were fantastic! The audience can't stop clapping after your performance!" a certain woman walked towards her and she looks line she came out from the pages of a classic magazine.

"T-Thank you." Serena was about to ask her name but she was saved by the bell when someone called the woman.

"Anastasia,I know that you're the main producer of the show but let's give the poor darling a little room...And that's why I bought you a little treat." another woman walked towards her,while holding a glass of champagne.

Looks like she needed a drink to calm her nerves. She quickly took the glass from the woman and drank it all.

"Looks like you badly needed a drink after that stellar performance. Let me get you another drink."

"Leave her alone,Sheryl. Don't let her drink too much and make a mess of herself so that you can write something on your cheap newspaper." Anastasia meddled in.

The woman who was called Sheryl suddenly blushed and she walked out from them afterwards.

Anastasia looked at her,and she seems to be worried.

"Are you feeling okay,Elizabeth? Your face looked so white like a ghost!"

Serena touched her head while feeling dizzy.

"I don't feel good,I think I need to rest a bit." she replied.

"Alright,let me take you to your VIP suite. I'm so glad and relieved that we were able to reserve the party hall in this hotel where you also stay in.Come,let me help you." Anastasia said.

They walked out from the party hall.Anastasia held her arm as she was guiding her to the elevator. Once they were inside the elevator,Serena leaned on the wall as she closed her eyes. And after a few minutes,they were already walking in a wide,carpeted hallway.They walked a bit and they stopped at a certain room.

"You should check your bag for your room key."

Serena was surprised to see that she was holding a small bag. She quickly opened it and she found the metal key.Maybe it was the key thag she was looking for.She puts it inside the doorknob and the door opened.

"Take a good rest,Elizabeth.I'll handle all the photographers and the press people. Don't think about anything or anyone else."

"Thank you."

Anastasia just gave her a gentle smile. She watched her walk away to go back to the party. After she was gone,Serena closed the door. Now that she's all alone,she now has the time to think. There's so many questions running on her head... Where is she right now? Who are those people? And where's Amy and...Gale?

Her head started to hurt so bad and she bit her lower lip to endure the pain...She moaned in so much pain,and after that,everything just went pitch black...