Don't give up on me

Someone pov
Where are you J?

We are all ready to go home

The person notices the light catches off something on the stage. They bend down and pick it up.

It's a red-backed phone lying in the middle of the stage.

This isn't funny J. Where are you Jordan?

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Jordan's pov
I don't know what's going to happen next. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. I was staring out towards the seating area looking over to the green monster.
There it happens.
First I feel something go over my mouth.
Next, I can smell something like in the movies like chloroform.
Next, I black out...

I slowly wake up but can't see anything as there is something over my head. Plus I can't move my arms or legs and every time I do the zip ties dig painfully into the skin. I try to wriggle out of them but they still cut into my skin. They feel like they are getting tighter with each wriggle. Where am I? It doesn't feel like Fenway Park. It smells funny or that might be what's on my head. I shiver at the thought. My germophobia is coming out big time. I try to move again. Need to get outta here.

"Stop moving" a gruff male voice which roughly pulls me down. I squeak as the person pulls me down. I am still trying to move against the feeling of being scared and bound.

"Have we got what was asked for?" a female voice this time.

Not a voice I recognize though. Shit, where am I? Seriously where I am. Surely I am not at Fenway Park now. Panic has erupted as I can't see. It's dark as I have something on my head. It's not tight on my head as I can still breathe. I just can't see. I try to move again. The ties dig into my wrists further causing pain and discomfort. I can't see if there is blood or not.

"Worth a lot this one".

"No I am not. Who are you? Where am I?". I wish I could move but I can't. I wish I could see where I am. Now I am getting worried and scared. "You got the wrong one I ain't worth jack". Seriously where am I?.

"You are the popular one".

"Haha wrong not since I quit social media. And missed up the show tonight" I tried to persuade them that they got the wrong one. Whoever they are? Why do they want me?

"Still popular".

"Ahh wrong," I say in a way of a quiz host. Where am I?

"Duct tape now".

What?

I feel my head roughly pulled back and the hood is pulled slightly over my head and tape is covered over my mouth.

"Mmmmmhumphmmmm".

"Now stop talking. No one can hear you. Not even your little band can't help you now".

Shit!

Where the fuck am I?

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Jon's pov
We were all in the dressing area with the refreshments. Everyone was there except for Jordan. Sometimes he likes to disappear to wind down after the show. I know he has eaten and showered. He is always first in the shower so no one is around for his unwind. Now it's been a couple of hours since the show had finished and there is still no sign of Jordan.

"Have you seen Jordan. He has been gone for a couple of hours now. That's not like him".

"Maybe he has gone home.  His family wasn't here".

"He would have come and found me to say goodbye. He always does".

"Maybe he is a little embarrassed cos he messed up the show today. He couldn't find his mike. Had to borrow mine. You know where it was. It was back in the dressing area where he left it for the change cam. I know we have been out of action for two years. But how can he forget where he put his mike" says Joe.

"If you are not taking this seriously then I will look for my brother on my own". I storm off.

"Jon, we are taking it seriously. He is probably off somewhere even gone home".

But I didn't hear as I was gone. I spent my time looking for him. I searched the whole of Fenway Park. Still no sign of Jordan. Really where did he go? It's not like him to go without saying anything. I walk up on stage. It seems so quiet after show as there is no one around. Not even my brother, Jordan. He can't of disappeared. He can't of just upped and left. Jordan isn't like that. He always tells me if he is going.

"Where are you J?" I say on the stage which hasn't been pulled apart as there is a series of concerts going on this week. "We are all ready to go home". Nothing.

I notice the light catches off of something on the stage. I bend down and pick it up. It's a red-backed phone lying in the middle of the stage. An iPhone. "This isn't funny J. Where are you Jordan?". It's not like him to drop his phone. He lives for his phone. Even if he isn't on social media anymore. There are a few messages including a recent one from Evelyn which was sent at 12.32 am.

E: when do you think you will be home

"Jordan, where are you?".

You are definitely not home. So where are you?. Where the fuck is my brother? My baby brother...