"Good morning, and you’re watching channel 3 news. We have breaking news. Eighteen-year-old teen pop sensation Mandy Monroe was in a deathly accident after performing a small concert at the Coffee house last night. Monroe’s car hydroplaned, and swerved towards a light pole while on her way home. She died instantly from impact."

Rico turned off the TV and turned towards me. "Phase one is complete. Mandy Monroe is no longer," he said gathering papers and signing them.

"How are you going to make everyone believe I died when no body is recovered?" I asked.

"We’re the FBI. We can do anything," he replied. I nodded my head and spun around in my chair. "You do know you can no longer pursue a singing career and be involved with anyone from your life right," he asked me.

"Isn’t it a little to late to tell me that since I’m already dead to the world," I said looking at him funny. 

"Yeah that’s true. Ok well, the next step is to change you’re look," he said as two attractive women walked in.  I followed them down the hall, and into a room, which looked like a salon.

They pushed me into a chair and threw a smock on me. I watched as they mixed hair color and placed it all over my hair. The next thing I knew, I was sitting under a heater waiting for the color to dry as I flipped through news stations. Every station had reports on the accident, playing my songs, showing videos, and Alyssa being interviewed and saying her final goodbyes to me.

A tear rolled down my cheek as thoughts of never being able to see or talk to Alyssa again came to mind. She was my best friend and the only person I could talk to and trust. She was like the sister I never had and I never got to say good-bye.

"Hey, are you okay?" Rico asked me.

"Yeah, I’m fine. I just never got to say good-bye to Alyssa," I said through tears. He took a seat next to me and placed a hand on my back.

"You’ll be assuring her safety by not talking to her," he said. "I’m sorry." The buzzer rang, and the two women walked towards me. Rico stepped out of the way to let them do their job. I was then led towards a sink where my hair washed and massaged. Once the washing was complete, my hair was cut and styled.