I locked the door behind me, ready to go to practice for the debut. I felt as if someone is watching me. Maybe I'm just paranoid, becoming an idol is getting to my head. I giggled to myself and turned away from the door. 
It's cold. The cold is biting at my finger tips and I instantly shove my hands into my pockets. 
I quicken my pace as my paranoia grows larger. I feel eyes burning into me.. I turn quickly glancing behind me. There's no one there.
I stop and look around. Empty. The street is empty. It's 4am in the morning, what did I expect. I roll my eyes and begin walking again. I cannot be late. 
''DON'T LOOK AWAY!!!'' I hear a scream behind me and I turn around. There's a man. Funnily dressed. He looks like a creep and I have the urge to start running, but my feet don't listen to me and I just stand. Frozen in place. 
''Excuse m-me?'' I stutter as I look at him. 
''Quickly. Look at it. Don't look away! Don't even blink.'' 
''Look at what?'' I look around and follow his gaze. He's staring at a statue. Has this man gone crazy?
''The angel. Look at the weeping angel and don't even blink!'' 
''But why?''
''No time to explain. Just... Trust me......''