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When I woke up, I was surrounded by three strange men, which was getting all too familiar. at The last thing I remembered was seeing that Jeep with the arsonist. But now, there was no arsonist.

"Look kid, we have to kill you. We can't have any witnesses," said one of the men with abnormally thick facial hair.
"Witnesses to what?" I asked, playing dumb could only help me at this point.
"We know you saw the arson. Someone died in there, and we can't have any blood on our hands. So unless you give a good reason to keep you alive, you're forever silenced," a man in a disgusting hoodie that looked like it might have been grey at one point in its life said.
"Look guys, I don't know what arson you're talking about. I barely know what arson is. I'm a rock star, people love me. You can't kill me."
"What do you think, Tom?" the two men turned to the one man who hadn't spoken this time. Tom was clearly the brains of the operation. He was the only of the three that looked like he had showered in the past week. He remained silent for several minutes, as my heart beat out my chest. When all of this was over, I'm really going to need to quit smoking. My lungs can't keep up with all this drama.

"So you're a rockstar, huh?" he finally spoke. His voice was much lower than I imagined it would sound. His face had soft features, kind of like a pug's. "Say, uh, what band you in, Mr. Rockstar?"
"Pierce," I answered, somewhat offended that he didn't recognize me.
"No shit, guys, it's Justin West. The Justin West, would you loook at that."
That was more like it.
"So, Mr. West, I bet you're worth a lot of money," said the grey-hooded man.
"Some," I responded again. I had a hunch of where this might be going...
"What do you say we work out a little deal, rockstar?" Asked Tom.
And here it goes...
"We'll let you live," Tom began, "for 10 grand."
"10 grand?!? You've got to be kidding me! I've never had 10 grand, I don't even eat!" I exclaimed furiously.
"Well, rockstar, that's not my problem. Get the money if you care about living. You have a week. Meet me here at 9 pm. If you don't find me, I'll find you."