[ WP ] You have been kidnapped by the mafia , the reason ? Someone who 's very high up has a child who has a crush on you .

Stage entrances of theaters are often on quiet streets or alleys, and using them always makes me a little nervous, and glad I have a bodyguard. So when I heard a sound of a scuffle behind me I turned quickly enough to see two men muscling Chico into a black car, a hand over his mouth. At the same moment two strong hands gripped me from behind. “ Chico! ” I screamed, but it was too late. Though I ’ m as fit as any dancer, this was a big man and I was no match for him. Another man in a suit with a nondescript face like every thug in every movie I ’ ve ever seen appeared in front of me and held up a badge. 
 
 “ Don ’ t be alarmed. We ’ re not criminals, we ’ re the Secret Service. ” 
 
 Right, I thought, in too much of a panic to examine the badge. There was no one to hear me scream, so I didn ’ t try again. Frightened though I was, I still have my dignity. Besides, I have a tracker in my purse and my agent would be able to locate me. 
 
 “ We ’ ve been in touch with your agent, and you should have a text message from him, ” said the guy I ’ ll call Mr. Z. “ Go ahead and check. ” 
 
 It said “ Just go along with them. It ’ s a command performance! Will be great for your career. ” 
 
 “ What the fuck! ” I managed to reply before Mr. Z took my phone. Then he and the big man, Mr. XXZ, blindfolded me. I felt myself being shoved into another car. We rode in silence for half an hour. Then I was taken out and walked a short distance, through a revolving door and across a tiled floor into an elevator. I guessed that we went up about 20 stories, then down another hall and through a door. My blindfold was removed. 
 
 Although I ’ ve stayed in suites in five-star hotels for the past few years, and performed in some luxury resorts, I ’ d never seen anything like this apartment. Gold everywhere, polished mahogany and other exotic woods, crystal chandeliers, floor to ceiling windows with a great skyline view. A 20-foot-long bar was laden with dozens of fancy hors d ’ oeuvres, but oddly enough, no liquor. 
 
 Sitting lost in the middle of an enormous velvet sofa was a rather handsome fourteen-year-old boy in a tailored suit. “ Samantha, it ’ s really you! ” he exclaimed. “ It ’ s my birthday, and Dad said he was going to do something totally fantastic for me, but I never dreamed of this! Dad must love me as much as I love you! ” 
 
 Though my knees were trembling and I still thought I might faint, at least I now knew where I was. Mr. Z and Mr. XXZ had withdrawn and it was just me and the boy. “ So are you Brendan? ” I ventured. 
 
 “ Of course! Don ’ t you know me? I thought you would. I love you so much. I have all your albums and videos and I ’ ve been to three of your concerts but I was in VIP boxes and you couldn ’ t see me. Since you ’ re here, just sing me two or three songs and then we can chat for a while, then you can go. I want us to be friends. ” 
 
 I took a few deep breaths and then sat in an armchair. “ I ’ m sorry, Brendan, I don ’ t think I can do that. I ’ m not an admirer of your father and I never would have come here on my own. Besides, I don ’ t have... ” 
 
 My phone beeped and there was a text message. “ Just do it! We ’ re getting a million bucks. ” 
 
 I sighed and put the phone back. “ Look, Brendan, I don ’ t have my band or even a guitar, and I always use certain electronics... ” 
 
 “ I don ’ t care! Just sing a capella, you ’ ll be great! Have some snacks first, relax and make yourself at home. ” 
 
 I ’ m going to kill my agent, and then I ’ m going to fire him, and then I ’ m going to sue him. If this kid hears me sing a capella, and word gets out, it won ’ t help my career at all. And he won ’ t want to be my friend any more. That ’ s too bad, he ’ s kind of cute, unlike his dad. 

