2nd draft

You always wanted to be a performance artist. With the support of your friends and family, you went to a good school for it. You were popular, at the top of the class, and later on you even got into a relationship. The person was nice and caring, and you really could imagine yourself spending most of your life with them. That was until their true colors showed, when they started becoming overly attached to you, and even tried to prevent you from interacting with other people of the opposite sex, guilt tripping you when you tried to leave them. Eventually you couldn't take it anymore and broke off the relationship, not caring for what happened afterwards. However, it didn't stop there. They started to stalk you on the streets and send you creepy messages over texts and the internet, all claiming that they needed you and whatnot. You blocked them on your phone and internet, and filed a restraining order on them. After that it all stopped

You want to make it big from the very beginning, so you go ahead  and audition for one of those popular talent shows that's on TV. You made it through the preliminaries with flying colors, and you're told to come back the next day for the first round. The next day, there's a paper on your doorstep, from your ex. It's a death threat, and the reason stated is that you need to be punished. You dismiss it, knowing that despite all the craziness they had, they never turned violent on you. As you walk on the stage later, you do a quick sweep of the crowd, and you don't find your ex. Feeling relieved, you start your performance. Halfway through, your eyes randomly fall on a person in the first row, and your blood runs cold. They did appear, after all. Their expression turns sinister as they realize you noticed them, and what's worse is that they're carrying a bag, big enough for a gun to fit in. You can't just leave easily, and if you run for it your reputation will be as good as dead. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, you trigger.