Silence and an unfamiliar scent greet me when I begin to have consciousness. Opening my eyes and scanning the surroundings, my brows furrow at the unfamiliarity of the room. I've never been to this room; it's huge and spacious, and the walls are painted pink and gold. The bed is softer and cozier. Have I been kidnapped? I feel my body and relax when I don't feel anything hurting. I pull the duvet down to my waist and look down at my body. I'm still wearing the same clothes I was wearing when I was performing on stage. How many hours have I been sleeping? Where am I?
I remove the duvet off my body and bring my legs over the edge of the bed. Standing up, there is a floor-to-ceiling window. I make my way toward it and pull the curtain to the side so that I can see the outside. I can see men
