What happens to Gwen next?

The next gig

Gwen squirmed furiously within the confines of the cello case. Bryn had placed her within the boot of his car and was driving to heaven knows where. Gwen had considered trying to break out but she knew that it would be pointless considering that the car boot would be far to difficult to break out of. Besides, even if she were able to open it, what then? There would probably be cars behind them and she didn’t want to risk getting hit by one. No, she had settled for waiting until Bryn had got to whatever engagement he had scheduled and escape as soon as he took her to the dressing rooms.

Gwen sighed and tried to continue attempting to remove that damned disk off of her face, her efforts becoming more frustrated due to her cramped hiding place causing her bare legs and naked skin to maintain contact, reminding her of her humiliating situation. Gwen stopped when the car came to a grinding halt. She heard the boot open and was hoisted out by Bryn, she could only wonder as to where they were.

Bryn walked into hotel reception. He spotted the rest of his band to the side of the dance floor. They spotted him in turn and beckoned him over. “Great, your just in time, put your cello just over there.” Bryn obliged and placed his cello case to the side, Gwen heard the sharp click of the latch unlocking. Gwen’s heart started beating loudly. Oh god, she thought, she was going to get caught, and how would she explain where Bryn’s real Cello was when he knew of it’s absence? However, she was saved by one of the fellow band members asking Bryn for some help unloading something. Gwen relaxed a little, but now was not the time to relax, now was her only chance to get out of here. Gwen slowly opened up the Cello case, peeking out at her surroundings, and it was worse than she imagined. She was at a wedding reception! A bleeding wedding reception! In front of her was an empty dance floor, at the centre of which stood a large cake, there were also tables upon tables filled with people.

Whatever was she going to do?