The show lasted about two hours, and there was no problem whatsoever. Amanda had been worried in the back of her head that she was going to have an attack, like maybe the crowds would feel like walls pressing her so tight she couldn't breathe, or maybe the lights would be so blinding and strong that it would feel like it was burning her.

But, none of it happened. Nothing at all. The show just...happened. The two of them were in the crowd, dancing around and enjoying themselves, and nothing happened at all. When the concert ended, Harper turned to Amanda and brought that point up. "Nothing at all?"

"Nothing at all. It's a miracle," Amanda replied with a grin, nodding. "Let's go backstage. Got your pass?"

Harper nodded. "Yeah. You got yours?" When Amanda nodded, she smiled. "Then let's go." The two of them walked over to the side of the stage, pulling out their passes in the process. As they walked up to the security guard, they showed the two passes to him, and he quietly let them back behind the stage.

The backstage area was calming down. Some people were running around, gathering up things and clearing things from the stage. But for the most part, people were relaxing. It was the end of the day, and the concert was over. It was just time to take a break.

Neither of the girls were really sure what to do. Where did they go? What should they do back here? But, there wasn't much time to wonder before some guy walked up to them. It wasn't anybody they recognized from the performance, but he definitely was meant to be back here. "Is one of you Amelia Michaels?"

Harper spoke up, ready to start this performance. "Yes, that's me. And this is my friend, Sarah," she replied, giving Amanda a made-up name for her protection as well.

"Great. The band's waiting for you back here. Follow me," the man stated and turned around, leading them down a hall to a medium-sized room. It was probably around 14 feet on each side, just enough space for a group to hang out. The members of the band were lounging on couches with bottles and cans in their hands, chatting when Harper and Amanda entered.

The man poked his head in behind them. "Hey guys, those two girls you sent backstage passes to are here," he told them.

As soon as the man finished speaking, the one the girls recognized as the bassist sat up straight in surprise and joy. He stood and walked over to the girls. "Which one of you is Amelia?"

Harper raised her hand. "That would be me," she replied, giving a kind and shy smile. She was so ready to rock this part.

The guy gave her a smile. It looked somewhat charming, but at the same time, it was a little off-putting to both the girls. "It's great to finally meet you. I'm Patrick, but I guess you kinda already knew that," he admitted. It was probably meant to be cute and polite, but then again, Patrick himself was a little creepy, and seemed a bit full of himself at the same time.

Patrick's hair was dark, not quite black, but it was at the least a very dark brown. His eyes were also dark, but they were closer to black than brown. His eyes seemed to make him seem so much darker and sinister because of how black his eyes were, and he had stubble lining his chin and edge of his face. Harper could feel discomfort, because something about the combination and some other things just didn't feel 100% right about him, but Amelia wasn't supposed to. She couldn't allow herself to show that discomfort, so she plastered on the most realistic fake smile that she had ever done.

"It's so nice to meet you too! This is my friend, Sarah," she introduced, gesturing to Amanda.

"Nice to meet you," Amanda stated, giving a polite smile.

"You too. Here, come and take a seat," Patrick ordered, but in a softer voice. His voice was kind, but he had a bit too much authority in the voice to sound convincing.

But, they followed along anyway. They couldn't stop this now, could they? Amanda took a seat next to the girl in the band, who she recognized as the lead singer, and gave her a kind smile. At that same time, Harper sat down on the couch next to where Patrick had been sitting, knowing that was probably what she needed to do. It was probably what Amelia would do. Why she didn't interview her brother on Amelia's personality beforehand, she didn't know, but she would just have to wing it. Besides, how much about Amelia did Patrick know, anyway?

Patrick sat down beside her and Harper moved a centimeter in the opposite direction, unbeknownst to Patrick or any of the others. "So, I think you probably know all the others, but I'm not sure if Sarah does," he admitted.

Amanda shook her head. "Nope. I came with Amelia because she really wanted someone else to come along with her. I hadn't listened to much of your music beforehand, but I do like it now that I've heard a lot of it," she replied. If you swapped out the name Amelia for Harper, it pretty much wasn't a lie, so that made everything easier for her, but it still was a little difficult.

"Glad you like it. Well, I'm Cat," the lone female member of the band introduced herself. From up close, she was quite pretty, and the stage lights didn't do her enough justice from where Harper and Amanda had been during the show. She had dark hair that seemed naturally curly, and more of a tanned skin tone. Unlike Patrick, she seemed very kind, and her dark eyes didn't seem as suspicious as Patrick, which was a relief to both investigators. She didn't seem to be a risk.

"Remy," the drummer introduced himself. He was of Asian descent, with dark hair and somewhat light skin, more of an olive tone. His hair and eyes were also dark, just like the rest of the band. It was like a trend, or an unspoken rule, maybe, in this band that you had to have dark hair and eyes. At least, that was how it seemed at first. The girls couldn't blame themselves for thinking it. But, he also had that look in his eye, like Patrick. Neither of them could explain it, but there was something about it...

"Name's Marcus," the keyboardist explained, giving a wave. He flashed a kind, bright smile in their direction. He broke the rule that the girls had initially come up with. His eyes were light, a baby blue color that could be seen from the other side of the room, and his hair was a light brown. His skin was light, maybe a half a shade darker than Harper's natural skin tone, and his smile was bright like the stage lights from the show they had just seen. He didn't seem suspicious, but who knows?

"Nice to meet you, I'm Tavi," the last person introduced himself. The lead guitarist brought the hair trend back, with dark, slightly curly black hair. He had blue eyes, however, like Marcus, and slightly tanned skin, more than Marcus, but less than Cat. He gave a slight wave and a nod, and didn't seem too suspicious. He was, however, a bit quieter than the rest of the band, which was a little interesting, and maybe would throw him back into the realm of suspicion.

"Nice to meet you all," Amanda commented, giving them a small smile and a nod.

"Same to you," Marcus replied, flashing that bright, charming smile all over again.

"So, it's great to finally meet you," Patrick told Harper, still completely believing that it was Amelia he was speaking to. "I thought that letter you wrote was really kind."

"You did? Well, I'm glad you liked it. I meant every word," Harper replied, throwing on the charm to get some information.

"Good to hear," Patrick responded, draping his arm around the back of the couch behind Harper.

"So, tell me a bit more about you, besides the stuff I could get off your website. What do you like to do?" Harper inquired, ready to get any and all information she could from him.

"Besides play with the band? Well, I'm into video games, I guess. Remy and I have MarioKart races about once a week, which is pretty fun," Patrick explained, shrugging. "I also really like science. Tavi and I met in a middle school science class, actually, so it's kinda just something that brought me into this place. I actually, uh, had a part time job at a science lab, in case this whole band thing didn't work out."

"Really?" Harper inquired, interested in that last portion. "I didn't know that. Do you still work at the lab?"

Patrick shrugged. "In a way. I mean, I kinda do some testing of the prototypes that the lab makes in the outside area of the lab, when we're not practicing. It works pretty well," he admitted. "Plus the guy does really good work, and he's kinda been helping us pay for all the things we need to get this music career of ours up off the ground."

"Well, that's nice. I'm glad you're doing something you enjoy." Harper leaned back against the couch slightly and smiled.

"Yeah. I rented that movie you told me to watch, though. Ten Past Midnight, right? I rented it a couple nights ago and it's really good," Patrick commented.

Everybody. Everybody was suddenly seeing this movie for no reason. Why was this occurring now?

Coincidence? No. If only she could write these things off as coincidences still. This had to mean something.

"I'm glad you like it. It's one of my favorites," Harper commented, which wasn't a lie in the slightest. But she couldn't help wondering if this had anything to do with the crime too.

On the other side of the room, Amanda was conversing with the other band members. She was getting along pretty well with Cat and Tavi and moderately well with Marcus, while Remy remained a mystery.

"Do you want a drink, Sarah?" Marcus offered kindly, getting up. "I was going to get another drink, so if you want something..."

"Water would be great. Thanks, Marcus," Amanda replied, leaning back in her seat.

Marcus nodded and went to the mini fridge. He opened it up, grabbed a can of Mountain Dew for himself and a water bottle for Amanda, then walked back over to the couch. As he handed the bottle to her, he said, "There you go."

"Thank you," Amanda stated politely before unscrewing the cap and taking a sip. As she swallowed her first large gulp, she felt an attack coming on. Her hands started shaking and she dropped the water bottle, grasping at her throat. The water felt like it was filling up her entire body, specifically her lungs. She felt that she was drowning.

"Sarah? Sarah, are you okay?" Tavi asked, leaning forward to see what he could do.

Harper snapped out of her conversation with Patrick and her eyes widened. "Oh no," she murmured and scrambled in her purse. She found the pill bottle and screwed the cap off, grabbing a pill out. She retrieved the water bottle from the floor, which still had enough in it to swallow a pill, and she passed it over. As Amanda gasped, Harper pushed the pill into her mouth and added a bit of water alongside it. "Hey, swallow. It's a hallucination. Don't worry."

Subconsciously, Amanda did swallow the pill without realizing she had done so. The hallucination slowly faded away, and she felt that she was able to breathe again. She took deep breaths and collapsed into her seat, relaxing. It had been too long since she had an episode. This shouldn't have surprised her, but it had. Turning to Harper, she thanked her, and managed to remember to not call her Harper in the process.

"What just happened?" Cat asked, her eyes wide in shock.

Remy stared at Amanda for a second, and then he managed to decode what had happened. "Pararibulitis?"

Amanda and Harper's eyes both widened as they spun their heads to look at him. "How...how did you know that was what it was?" Amanda asked.

"I was going to be a doctor. I studied tons of rare diseases when I was in med school. One of them was pararibulitis. If I ever get back in the field, I'm gonna do a study to try and get a better cure." Remy shrugged and ran a hand through his hair.

"What even is it? I don't understand," Cat commented, looking between her bandmate and the afflicted girl.

"Basically, I have hallucinations that seem real and feel very painful. Just then, I, uh, I felt like I was drowning from a sip of water, and felt that I needed to gasp for air to try and breathe to fill my lungs. In reality, none of that was ever happening, but I felt it all." Amanda sighed and grabbed the cap for her water bottle, screwing it on. After that, she no longer felt thirsty.

"Wow. That must be rough," Tavi commented, feeling bad for her. "I'm really sorry you have to live with it."

"It's not a big deal. I manage. I get help from people like Ha...like Amelia over here, so it's not horrible," Amanda replied with a sigh.

"And I heard that they're looking into stronger cures or medicines to treat it. Isn't the lab you worked for, Patrick, looking into stronger medicines?" Marcus asked, looking at the bassist with curiosity in his eyes.

Patrick nodded to affirm Marcus's statement and was about to speak up when that man from earlier, the one who had brought Harper and Amanda to the room, rushed in. "Steve? What's up, man?"

"Turn the TV on. You know that murder? They've identified the bodies and are releasing the identities to the public," the man, Steve replied.

Harper and Amanda shared a look, and they both mouthed the same two words to each other: Oh shit. They both stood up and dusted themselves off.

Tavi looked up at them with a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Where are you two going?" He asked, while Marcus fumbled for the TV remote.

"Bathroom. I kinda wanna touch up my makeup, so..." Harper replied, flashing a smile at them. "See you in a bit," she said, but she and Amanda both knew that was a lie. It was one of the surprisingly small amount of lies that they had been required to tell this evening.

Amanda and Harper hurried out the door and quickly got out of the backstage area before anyone could question them or they could get the TV on and find out the secret. Their lives might depend on getting out in time, especially considering the idea that Patrick was a tester for a lab. The only lab that they knew of around here was Lyttleton Industries and its testing facility. Another tie.

They exited the theater and got on the bus that was waiting at the bus stop, not checking to see if it even was the correct route in the first place. They just knew they needed to get out of there first before somebody in the band asked why they were pretending to be someone else, somebody dead.

Inside the theater, back in the room, Marcus had found the TV remote and switched it on. The other man had left the room, so it was just the five band members in there. A woman with auburn hair sat at a desk on the TV, on their local news channel. "This just in. Police Chief Gene DiMaggio has released the identities of the four victims of the freak murder at a Seattle gas station."

To the right of the woman's head, four faces appeared. They were the faces of the victims. The woman read off the names, starting with the face closest to her. "The victims were 19 year-old Cole Anderson, 23 year-old Robert Olson, 26 year-old Sarah Phelps, and the manager-on-duty, 27 year-old Amelia Michaels."

Patrick dropped his drink and stared at the last face on the screen, the one he now knew as Amelia's. "Oh my God..." he mumbled, shocked. This had been their fault, and he knew that unknowingly, she had been murdered by one of their own.

"Then, who were those girls?" Remy asked curiously, trying to wrap his brain around it.

Patrick's eyes narrowed. "Investigators. They're figuring out what we mean to the case. We're in danger," he told his fellow band members.

Tavi sighed. "You mean, you're in danger. Cat and I have nothing to do with this, and Marcus really doesn't either," he stated. "We didn't kill anyone, we didn't kidnap anyone, and we didn't steal anything."

"You're just as guilty as we are. Guilt by association, you guys. You didn't turn us in, so the police will consider that you're aiding and abetting a crime, or, well, multiple crimes." Remy looked pointedly at each of the dissenting members of the band in turn.

"We didn't sign up for this. Maybe we will go to the police," Cat told them, getting up.

Before she could move any more, Patrick was on his feet, and he had grabbed hold of Cat's wrists from behind her. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Why not? I turn you in, and Remy too, and the rest of us can go back to normal lives instead of being at some crazy guy's beck and call." Cat stared him down with eyes full of hatred and retaliation, struggling to separate herself from his grasp.

Tavi and Marcus were on their feet now, going to aid Cat to free her from Patrick. "Why are you so loyal to this guy, anyway? What made you this way?" Marcus demanded. "Let her go," he added, and pried Patrick's fingers from Cat's left wrist, freeing her halfway.

"You know that he was the father figure I never had. My dad was an asshole, and the Doctor, he's a good man. He's making sure we can do what we're doing. Why would I betray him when he's helping us live our dream?" Patrick's grip on Cat's other wrist grew tighter, but this time, Cat was able to defend herself.

Cat was left-handed, and she swung around, punching him in the shoulder. The shock made him snap out, and he immediately relinquished his hold on her wrist. She quickly made her way to the door, so she would have some space between the two of them. "If this is what you want to do with your life, I don't care. Go ahead, become a criminal like he's asking you to do. I won't be a part of it anymore."

"What are you going to do, quit the band?" Remy asked her, finally standing up behind Patrick. "It's not like you finished school. You have no fall back plan on this. How can you quit the band and expect to keep living?"

"I didn't say I would quit the band. I'm calling the Doctor and I'm going to tell him I'm done. I won't be involved in this anymore. You two, since I know you'll want to, you can keep carrying it out. But I'm done. I assume Tavi will be too, so," she replied and walked out of the room.

Tavi nodded. "I'm done too. Have fun with whatever's left of your life before you end up in prison for what you've done," he told them and followed Cat out of the room.

Remy looked at Marcus, who was still standing in the room. "What's your choice? You staying, or you going?" he asked him.

Without a word, Marcus walked out, giving them the answer that they had wanted this whole time.

Patrick looked over at Remy, the only one remaining. "Looks like it's just you and me, then. I guess it's up to us."

"Call him. We gotta do our work fast to prove we still belong here," Remy told him. "We need this."

Patrick nodded and pulled his phone out, quickly dialing the number. Time to get the next part of the mission started.