You leave. For now.

"Damn, I sure would like to get me a piece of that, too," you tell yourself as you disappear to the other side of the bus and leer at her daughter in her loose-fitting t-shirt and cutoff shorts as she boards her mother's bus.

"Delaney, go get help, I was just **** twice," Martina tells her as she goes to check on her mother, smiling to yourself again at the thought of what you had just done to her.

"OH MY GOD...Mom? How? There's all these people here this week??" she asks her as she rushes off the bus to go get help, not even noticing you, the one who had **** her mother twice and now had eyes on her, standing in the shadows.

As much as you'd like to hang around, you're not stupid, so as soon as she started to come back with the cops, you high-tailed it out of there, not sure when, or if, you'd ever be able to come back on the grounds safely.

Your decision was made for you when you turned on the news the next day and saw what the top story was.

"In tonight's top story, there's a **** on the loose at CMA Fest," the hot blonde on the evening news begins, going on to explain how there is now a huge manhunt in Nashville for the suspect: YOU.

"Damn bitch told them who I was," you mutter to yourself as you made arrangements, under a fake name of course, to head out of town.