A man, around his early 40's in all black with a mask on walks up to Ego Studios where Miss Vanity is rehearsing for her tour, Good Mourning tour. He knocks on the door as the owner opens up. He screams as the man with force pushes the owner back into the studio. A loud scream is heard. The man, slowly walks out of the studio, looking to his left and right. A letter with blood on the front is left on the FLOOR. It says: VANITY.

Tons of police officers runs in the building as many photographers run behind them, taking pictures. Many officers try to block the scene with their hands. Vanity is shocked as tears start to develop in her eyes. " Glenda.." Glenda looks away. The African American cop looks down as the letter with blood on the front is seen by the Garth's body. He picks it up. Vanity stares at the letter as the whole police force is all looking at the letter, it becomes intense as a big loud bang is heard in the back of the studio. Everyone looks at attention. Many officers suddenly pulls out their gun, running quickly to the back of the studios. Vanity slowly falls down to her knees. She looks behind her to her manager coming in the studio. " Vanity, we have to leave.." Vanity looks at her, her eyes red, full of tears. " LEAVE! You want to leave.. my choreographer is died.. and you want to leave." A white male cop looks down at Vanity. He starts to laugh. Glenda looks at him. " What the hell are you laughing at..?" He starts. His face is serious. He pulls out his gun. " Isn't this the same way he faked her death... had the whole world thinking she was died..?" Vanity gets up violently, walking up to the cop as the gun separates them both. " You don't know me." she says. " Who the fuck do you think you are.. approaching me in that matter. You better keep your notes out of this one because Officer Buckner has this under control" He points at his name-tag. HEAD DEPARTMENT- DAVID BUCKNER. Vanity backs away. From the back, the officers came out. Vanity gets up, walking towards the group of officers. " What's going on?" He looks at her, as if he is afraid. " What did you back there.." Vanity looks back at Glenda. " Her music. All of her tour equipment.. her costumes.." The African American officer looks back and turns slowly at Vanity. " It's all gone.." Vanity takes to breath hard. " GONE?!" She runs to the back of the room where it's a empty room. It's only a knife in the middle of the room where a little light shines down on it. She picks it up. She walks out with the knife in her hands, holding it up as she is crying. The officers looks at her with suspectful looks as her manager is on her phone. " They left this.." All the officers begin to walk away. " I didnt do shit.." One officer turns around. " Why didnt we found that when we were in there.." Her manager is shocked. " I dont fucking know. I just got to this mother fucking.. you guys havent told me shit since I got her." Officer Buckner walks up to Vanity. " WATCH that little mouth of yours or you will be dealt with ma'am.. now let's go outside.." The African American officer is outside, he looks behind him to see if no one is following him as he is walking away from the studio with the letter in his hands. He opens it. US is written in blood, he looks confused. Officer Buckner walks behind it and hits him on the back. " What we go?" He shows him. " US?" Buckner questions. " US..." They both walk back to Vanity. Vanity is on the phone, yelling. " I dont know.. I want everything to my New York home now! Get it there! ASAP, or you will regret it mother fuckers.." She hangs up the phone when she turns around, they are staring at her. She jumps. " What now..." They show her the letter. Glenda puts her hand over her mouth. Vanity grabs the letter. She stares at it for a while. Her manager approches the scene. " We have to go Vanity. COME ON NOW!" Her phone vibrates. Officer Buckner turns to sniff his nose. " Do you smell gas.." Vanity's manager looks as if she is reading her blackberry. Vanity looks up. " Gas?" Buckner continues on sniffing. He pushes Vanity out of the way and runs back into the studio as the smell of gas he smells. The African American cop directs Vanity and her manager, along with her publicits away from the building as many fans and her bodyguards keep Vanity away from the paparazzi and fans. All of the sudden, Buckner is running full force from the back of the studio. Everyone looks up. " HOLY SHIT!"