Serena's P.O.V.

Almost instantly, after Aidan sent me a picture of the disturbing letter, I immediately started texting my manager, asking him if there was any way he could get more security at the venues. For a while, he didn't respond, but about fifteen minutes later, he replied, telling me that there was plenty of security there and that I shouldn't be worried about it.

Joseph (Manager)

Serena: Hi Joseph, I don't know if your busy or not. But, if it's not too much trouble, could you please get more security for the last three shows on tour? There have been some recent events that have caused me to fear for my safety.

Joseph: Ms. Waterbury, I've taken the liberty to make sure you have enough security at all the venues. I don't see the need to amp up the guards.

Serena: With all due respect, sir. Me boyfriend and I have received disturbing letters and packages. In particular, one has threatened to end my life before I can return home from the tour. He has expressed concern for my safety, and I wish to ease some of that worry. I have proof of these packages and letters' existence. If you want me to send you the pictures, I will.

Joseph: As I have said before, I have taken the liberty to make sure you are protected and safe. There is no reason to fear for your life.

Serena: But sir.

Joseph: No buts, now I would suggest you get back to rehearsal.

Serena: Yes, sir.

I couldn't believe it. My manager was refusing to get more security at the venues. It was like he wanted to risk me getting hurt or killed. I wanted to tell T.J. all about it, but I didn't want to risk sending her into a panic. When we first started talking, she admitted that she had suffered from pretty bad panic attacks that were almost impossible for her to come out of. So, I kept it myself, painting that smile on my face as I continued to worry for my safety.

"You alright?" T.J. asked as I began to practice Without Him on the piano. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little nervous about the rest of the tour, that's all," I assured her, trying to think happy thoughts. But, how in the world are you supposed to think of happy thoughts when someone's out there wanting to harm you, to kill you? I also couldn't help but wonder who was doing this to us.

There was no way it could've been Aidan's ex, Hannah, or any of his fans. Sure, there were weird fans out there, but most of our fanbase were teenage girls. And even though Aidan said Hannah acted a bit crazy when they were together, there was zero chance that she could be behind all of this. The people that kept popping in my head, making my suspicion grow was either Aunt Mary, Ashley, Alexa, and Isabelle, or Cameron.

But before I could narrow it down the culprit, the sounds of cheering brought me out of the thoughts, telling me to head out on stage and perform my show. I shouldn't have been scared to perform, but I was. I was worried that somebody snuck a gun into the building and could run onstage and shoot me, but I tried to convince myself to stop thinking about it as I headed onto the stage, in full view of the crowd.

The show went on like normal, with me singing my heart out and getting the crowd all hyped-up with new music that I was hard at work on. They were all happy at that moment, but I had a hunch that they wouldn't be so happy when I told them I wasn't going to do a meet and greet. Sure, they would still be selling some merchandise, but I would not be there giving the hugs and taking selfies.

"Thank you so much for coming out tonight! You guys are amazing, and I love every one of you! But, unfortunately, there isn't going to be a meet and greet tonight," Gasps erupted from the crowd, leaving some of the fans stunned while others looked a little more understanding. Maybe Aidan's video addressing the situation got to some people. Maybe this a blessing and a curse combined.

"Why not?" A fan asked from a crowd. "Didn't you see Aidan's video? The poor girl is being harassed!" Another fan said, holding up her phone in an attempt to get the girl's attention, even though she was halfway across the room. I looked at T.J, who looked confused. "What is going on?" she mouthed. "I'll tell you on the bus," I mouthed back before looking back at the crowd. "Come on! Not even for a few minutes?" Another fan asked, staring at me with puppy dog eyes.

It was tempting, but I was doing this for my safety.

"I'm sorry. I can't," I shook my head. Some of the fans in the crowd started booing at me, claiming that it was unfair to do this to them. But, the majority continued to argue, taking my side in my decision. Before I could see the full fallout, I felt T.J. grab my arm and pull me off the stage to behind the curtain. "What was that about?" She whispered, confusion still on her face. "I'll explain later," I told her once again.

"No, now I'm starting to worry, Serena. First the packages and letters, and now you suddenly cancel a meet and greet? This is not the Serena I know. Tell me now," T.J. said firmly, placing both hands on my shoulders. The confusion had melted away and replaced with concern and worry.

"Just wait till we get on the bus, okay?" I said, removing her hands from my shoulders and walking back onstage to grab my guitar so we could leave.