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Destroyed.

Chris and I walk hand in hand down to the theater. His white hair is in a braid, but little strands of it escape and soar around his head.

"I didn't know it'd be this windy." He says when we reach the theater, smoothing his hair down. I tussle it again. "Hey!"

"I like it messy." I grin. He kisses me and opens the door, flicking on the light.

He gasps, and i turn to see why. The theater is a mess. Chairs are flipped over, props are all askew, and papers upon papers litter the floor.

"What the hell?" I cry.

Chris kneels in the middle of the floor.

"All my hard work..." he whispers. His hands finds a note on the floor. He reads then hands it to me.

Chris,

You know what you did. Beware.

Brendon.

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