Kenny struggled and tried to get away. The nail thing wasnâ€™t working. He tugged at the fingers on his arm instead. His gaze shot to the guy who couldnâ€™t be that much older than him. He glared at him. â€œIf Iâ€™m a little kid and your like twenty something. Iâ€™m almost eighteen...that must mean you must be decrepet.â€ he countered in a cute unhappy tone. He blinked a bit. â€œI donâ€™t even know who you are. I donâ€™t care if you are. Stefan is my favorite actor and he always has been in all the movies Iâ€™ve seen of his on tv.â€ he said unhappily. Glaring at him. â€œWhy do you even care to show that you are better than Stefan? Why should it matter to you what I think?â€ he asked in a confused voice.<br/><br/>He eeked as now the guy had him in both hands. â€œLet go. Let go.â€ he said fearfully. He saw the box. What was he going to do. Wait! WHAT?! â€œWhat?! No! No! I donâ€™t want to! I donâ€™t want to play a part! No!â€ he cried out. Squriming and struggling as he let out fearful sounds as he was shoved into the box. He whimpered as it locked. SHortly afterwards it was stood up and moved further on stage and into place. He went wide eyed. He heard things outside. Trembling he jolted as it stopped moving.<br/><br/>He began studying the box. Tracing it and looking all around. Feeling up the locking mechanism. He tried to think what he had he could use to make it open. Outside he heard the acting beginning. Then he remembered. The heels! THey would work. He shifted around the rather large box and took them off he began using them on different places inside it. The heels broke and he held them at his feet. He held the broken heels and continued trying to escape. Working at it as the scene slowly progressed.