The Red Song

Chapter 5 - Part Two

"NightFox, please. Do you know where it is?" I ask the taxi driver.

"The clubhouse?" He looks at me through his mirror, frowning.

"Yes, I think so." I answer, wondering why he's frowning.

"Yes, I know where it is." He starts driving without looking at me again.

Hm, weird.

Twenty minutes later I arrive at the place.

It's a small place compared to the place they played in Chicago. The walls are all painted in black and there's a neon pink sign in front of the clubhouse written 'NightFox' next to a symbol of a woman in her underwear, who's also glowing in pink neon.

Is this a strip club?!

There's a guy at the door who looks like is the security guy of the place. He's very tall and strong, and he's wearing blue jeans and black shirt.

I pass through him, trying to enter the place, but he stops me.

"The show is over, ma'am." Putting his hand in front of me so I won't enter the place.

"Yes, I know, but I have a ticket and I still want to get inside."

He doesn't say anything, he just stares at me, frowning.

So I continue. "I have a VIP ticket and I want to get inside. What is the problem?!"

I raise my voice in a few tones. Then, he grabs the ticket from my hands and looks at the ticket, like he wants to make sure it's not fake. Then, he grabs my arm and puts a little paper bracelet on my wrist that says "VIP" and he clears the way so I can pass.

When I enter the place, I sigh heavily thanking God that the place really isn't a strip club. It's actually a concert house, I can see the stage in the back, it's also a little smaller than the stage in Chicago, but there's no one over there anymore. Although, the place is still crowded, there's some music playing loud and there're a lot of people drinking and dancing.

I start going through all these people looking for Claire, but the place is too dark, I can't really recognize anyone. I doubt Claire is still on this dance floor, she's probably at the backstage with Dominic. I start to look for the backstage door and I see a guy in the back, closed to the stage. He's in front of a door and he's in a suit, he has a wire in his ear and he looks like the security guy that was guarding the backstage door on the show in Chicago. I walk in his direction, trying to pass through the people in my way, but bumping in them anyway.

I finally manage to get to him and I raise my arm, showing him the bracelet that says "VIP". He immediately opens the door for me, without saying anything and I get inside of what it looks like it's the backstage. I step into a corridor and there's also a lot of people in there, even at the corridor, there are some people making out with each other. There're guys kissing girl's necks, but there are other people just talking and drinking. I decide to walk through the corridor looking for Claire, avoiding touching these people. The place looks dirty, there are bottles of beer and vodka on the floor, it's such a mess. But I don't see Claire anywhere, she's not in here.

I can see that there are some doors at the end of the corridor.

I hesitate, biting my lip. Should I get in there?

Well, it's Claire. If she's really here, among this people and doing what they're doing, I have to get her out of here. Or, she could even be doing something... worse.

I take a deep breath and decide to get inside these doors anyway, preparing myself for what I know I'm about to see.

I try to open the first door, but it's locked. Great. If Claire's here, I'll never know. I try to knock a few times, but obviously, no one answers.