"You guys have to go back," said Janis Joplin.

"Back?"

"Back."

They were leading us out of the wings into a long, backstage-like hallway.

"How long does this go on?" Jared Leto asked.

 Janis Joplin and John Lennon started running in response. We followed.

The hallway eventually lead to a room whose door was emitting an heavenly white glow. Our hosts stopped dead just before the door.

"Where do you want to go?" Janis Joplin asked.

"L.A.?" Jared Leto proposed.

"No good," John Lennon put in. "You both were just found dead there."

"Wait," Jared Leto asked. "Both?"

"Well, you're both going back, aren't you?"

"I ain't taking her nowhere."

"Oh yes you are!" I was up in his face, shouting at him again. "You got me killed for whatever F**KING reason, you're taking me with you!"

Neither of our hosts looked like they wanted to take sides.

"Fine!" Jared Leto yelled. "I'll take you. But if you get in the way, you're coming right back here."

"What's the worse they can do to me?"

I had him there.

"Ready?" John Lennon asked.

"Yes."

"Where are we going again?"

I didn't get an answer. The light from the open door just blinded me.