The concert was to begin any minute. The surrounding fangirls were shouting the names of the boys along with "I love you!"s and "will you marry me?!"s.

Two girls in the audience shook their heads at the vicious display, still having a hard time believing people could be so erratic, and so caught up in their perfect fantasies about the 5 singers, though it is possible that the reason they were not able to believe was because those two girls were living most of the fangirls dreams.

Sam Carr and Ryan Kelly were very much so in love, and you could see the excitement in her eyes as she awaited her boyfriend's concert to begin, she hadn't seen him in months and since the beginning of the tour, she rarely got to speak with him. After the concert he was going to be staying in town a while to be with her, and she could barely contain her enthusiasm.

Kaitlyn Johnston was head over heals in love with Keith Harkin, though if you didn't know her you would never guess. Generally her conversations with him consisted of insults about his 'inferior' brain, calling him a sea monkey, managing to beat him at 'sword' fights (which were actually sticks or rods of bamboo they found lying around) and terrorizing him with her weirdness. And believe it or not he loved her more than anything in this world. Keith would drive Kaitlyn insane on a daily basis, flat out insult her, and make her jealous with his skills on the guitar, something she was truly envious of. Don't ask him why he loved her. Don't ask her why she loved him. They really didn't know themselves.

The men were sitting backstage anticipating the start of the show. George was scanning the paper in the corner, next to Damian who was curled up with an electronic game of some sort. Paul and Ryan were both reading, though Ryan found he couldn't concentrate on more than a sentence, his mind continuously distracting itself with thoughts of the show, and of seeing Sam after so long. Keith was unable to keep his hands still, and he would glance up at the clock every few seconds, as if he was trying to make time go faster, but each time he looked up it seemed to be moving slower than before.

Suddenly a small cry came from next to George. They looked over to see a boy where Damian had been sitting. He was short and in ragged clothing, that seemed to be from a different time or place entirely. His pants, or shorts rather, were rolled up, but still to long for him, though he himself was not stout. In fact he was quite scrawny in comparison to the boy who had just vanished. The many layers of clothing hung off his small frame. He had thick brown hair that looked as if it was trying to overtake his head, but his blue eyes seemed to be able to shine through even the darkest night, and right now they were huge. "Who are you?" he nearly screamed. "Where is Sam?!" this he did scream. He seemed even more fearful at the absence of his friend.

"Florida…?" Ryan said after a long pause. "Who are you?"

"Frodo." He said slowly. "Frodo Baggins."

"Well this is odd…" said a masculine voice over by the clock, where Keith had been pacing moments before. He wore almost royal looking attire, and had his platinum hair in a most… peculiar fashion. His two different colored eyes glinted with mischief, and just by looking at him you could tell this man was up to no good. "Now--" he looked down to his lap then froze. His eyes searched the room, but he didn't find what he was looking for. He brought forth his hand and cupped it as if he expected something to appear in it. Nothing did. "You." He said looking over to George. "Where are Toby and Sarah?" his gaze was menacing, all hints of mischief gone.

"The dogs?" Paul asked thinking of Sam's small mutt named Sarah that always got overexcited, and Kaitlyn's large black dog, named Tobias Kahn, Toby for short.

"Scotland." George said, sitting up a little straighter at the mention of his daughter's name.

"Florida" Paul answered at the same time. "Now who are you?"

"You know very well who I am." He said looking at the men expectantly. "No I don't suppose you do. I am a king and I expect to be treated as such."

"King of what?" asked a voice sarcastically. "You sure don't look like any king I've ever known, and I've known my fair share of kings." His stench allowed him to be known before his voice. He had on white, almost futuristic looking armor stained with mud among other things, and was dripping wet. He too looked around "where's the kid?" he asked. "And the broad, what's her name? Leia."

The only Leia the two men knew was Kaitlyn's ten year old neighbor. "Florida." Paul answered again.

"I am the Goblin King" the outlandish man sneered. "And who might you be?" Jareth demanded.

The man took a moment before answering. "Luke Skywalker." Han Solo lied. He was already on the run from more than one person and figured the less these people knew about him, the better things would be for him later. Frodo was staring at them his eyes even larger than they were before. "What's with the runt?" he asked.

Frodo pointed over to where Paul had been. In his place was a small built man with long chestnut hair nearly down to his shoulders. His dark eyes were wide, though his expression remained calm. "You okay?" George asked. The man nodded his head slowly.

"I'm fine." He said. "Do you know where Phil is? My… boss." He winced thinking about how Phil had just told him about costing them all one billion dollars.

"Florida!" George yelled talking about their producer, Phil Coulter. He was a little more than freaked out right then, seeing as all his co- workers had just disappeared and been replaced with these… psychopaths! "who are you?"

"I'm fi--I mean Drew."

Drew took a moment to take in his surroundings, but was soon interrupted by someone yelling.

"Where is Lucy?!" he yelled. He sat in George's seat and was covered in dirt and grime.

"Florida!" all the characters cried in unison.

~*~

In the audience a young woman in her early twenties sat. She wore a light blue workers dress, along with a dark blue cloak clutched tight around her, and covering her face, her shoulder length hair was pulled back into a pony tail, though one stray lock fell into her eyes repeatedly. "Where am--"she began to ask the startled looking girl next to her but was distracted by the sight of her hand. Belle's green eyes stared at her hand. She began to clench and unclench her fingers and could not be torn away from the sight.

Next to her a sixteen year old girl was shaking, her chocolaty brown ringlets attempted to conceal her face, but anyone could see her fear, and one may ask if she had seen a ghost. In fact she had. Her brown doe eyes were gargantuan and added to her naïve, innocent look. Only her clothing would make one think otherwise. It was an opera costume, white at the top with off the shoulder sleeves, the torso of the dress was ebony black, and the many layers of her skirt were golden.

Kayley and Sam were gone.