(Jack's P.O.V.)

There are deafening cheers as Mark walks on stage, waving and greeting the crowd. VidCon, I've missed you... Once the cheers die down Mark actually speaks.

"Alright, well hello and welcome to the Markiplier panel!" He says, once again cheers erupting from the crowd. They don't last as long though. "So, originally this was just the Markiplier panel but I got here and they told me that I needed some other people to be here with me, I guess they changed it to Markiplier and friends so I just got some random people from the showfloor." He shrugs, quite a few people laughing at this. They know they aren't random people, but still. Mark's pretty damn convincing.

"So, first off, he's pretty cool. Keeps us from doing some pretty stupid stuff sometimes, other times he helps us do some pretty stupid stuff. And he has the best name ever, I mean come on, Bob is a pretty awesome name." And with that Bob walks onstage, the crowd cheers, same old same old. Mark continues.

"Next up is... Well he jokes around a lot... And we constantly need to tell him to shut up... Yeah it's Wade." He says, not even trying. Wade walks in, looking at Mark like "what the hell?". I have to stifle a laugh. Crowd cheers, Mark continues.

"And then last, I was actually kinda shocked to see him here. He was just kind of wandering around, obviously wasn't from anywhere near here. I wouldn't even say from this country. And no it's not PewDiePie." Mark opens his mouth to speak but instead I run onstage, cheers louder then it was for Bob and Wade, though not as loud as when Mark came on.

The cheering level increases when I yell "Top of the mornin' to ya laddies!" which of course makes them go crazy. Mark looks at me and then back at the crowd. When they go silent he points to me.

"He ruined it. I had a whole plan and he ruined it." He says, making people (including myself) laugh. I just shrug afterwards.

"When did you ever have plans?" Bob asks, looking at Mark. Mark thinks for a second and then points at Bob.

"Since four minutes ago." He says. Wade shakes his head.

"I disbelieve that." He says. Mark just shrugs.

"Believe what you want, it is true." He says, and I nod.

"No I definitely don't believe you." I say, chuckling. Mark shrugs, giving up on that. Then we all turn towards the crowd.

"Anyways! Before we can continue, I was told to mention to everyone that there are emergency exits and personnel right over there, so if anything happens, go over there. Alright? Alright." Mark says, clapping a bit.

"So..." Wade says, rocking back and forth on his toes. I look at Mark, smirking a bit.

"You have a plan?" I ask. He shakes his head immediately. I point at him. "Ha! I knew it! I knew you didn't have a plan!" I yell. Mark rolls his eyes and turns to the crowd.

"Okay, how many of you believe I had a plan?" He asks. Like, twenty people raise their hands. Mark just stares at everyone with a straight face. He then slowly shakes his head. "I don't... I don't even know..." He says, making everyone laugh. Bob, Wade and I are included in that group. Mark raises his arms.

"I'm not kidding! Nobody believed me?" He asks. Everyone, including the audience, shakes their heads. "Wow. That's nice." He says sarcastically, which makes the laughter continue.

We go on to play a couple board games, which is usually what happens, and then begins the Q&A portion of the panel. Aka, chaos for thirty minutes that we pretend isn't chaos. Not that it isn't fun or anything but... It can get chaotic. We answer question after question, some being for all of us or specifically for one or two of us. It's a lot of fun! And then...

"My name is Lola and this question is for Mark." The fan says, standing at the microphone. She's smiling like no tomorrow, which makes me so happy. Mark leans forward a bit.

"Yeah huh?" He asks. Lola bites her lip.

"Um... Can you sing something for us?" She asks. Mark smiles.

"Lucky for you..." And with that he gets up and runs off stage. There are lots of confused murmurs until he comes back on... Carrying his guitar... "I brought my guitar." He says and many, many people cheer.

"So you'll sing?" Lola asks. Mark laughs.

"Of course!" He says, which makes people cheer. "But!" He says, interrupting the cheering. Everyone goes silent. He looks at me. "Only if Jack sings with me." He says. My eyes widen and I shake my head.

"Mm-mm. Mm-mm." I say, obviously not happy with that. I do not feel like singing, especially since I'd be singing with Mark who is my secret boyfriend. To many things could go wrong there. Plus... All of the Septiplier in the comments... All of the Septiplier...

"Wait, Jack, you can sing?" Wade asks. I shake my head a bit, which causes Mark to laugh.

"He's amazing! Come on, please?" He asks. I shake my head.

"I'm not singing." I say simply, leaning back in my chair. Bob sighs.

"Scrooge." He says. I shrug. I do not feel comfortable singing. But Mark looks determined (cue the Undertale jokes). He is not letting this go. Sure enough he soon turns to the crowd and starts chanting.

"Jacky. Jacky. Jacky. Jacky." He just continues on and on, eventually getting everyone (even Bob and Wade) to chant with him. I groan.

"Fine! Fine. I'll do it!" I say, making everyone cheer even louder then they did for introductions. Mark sits on the floor with his guitar and I go and sit next to him, slightly angled so I'm facing both him and the audience. I sigh. "What song?" I ask. Mark turns to Lola and she shrugs. Mark nods.

"Okay, I'm honestly not wanting you two to pick, because it'll probably be something silly and inappropriate." Bob says. Wade agrees quickly. Mark just shakes his head.

"No, I do that a lot but when it comes to singing I don't joke around as much." He says, shrugging. I nod. I've heard him sing before, actually sing, and he never sings something like he does in videos, it's always actual songs. Good songs. Even better when he's singing them.

"Alright. I've got an idea." He says, but before he can start playing a stage hand comes on. He puts a small mic in front of the guitar. "Oh, thanks." Mark says and the stage hand nods, walking off. Then Mark turns to me and smiles. "You ready?" He asks. I sigh.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I say. And with that Mark starts playing. I smile, I know this. I love this song, and he knows that, that's why he's playing it. All throughout the performance the audience is absolutely silent. And Mark and I just sing.

Mark:

I took my love and I took it down

I climbed a mountain and I turned around

And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills

Where the landslide brought me down

Jack:

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love

Can the child within my heart

Both:

rise above

Can I sail through the changing ocean tides

Can I handle the seasons of my life

Mark:

Oh oh... Oh oh, Oh oh ho woah....

Both:

Well, I've been afraid of changin'

Jack:

Cause I've

Both:

built my life around you

Mark:

But time makes you bolder

Both:

Children get older

And I'm getting older too

Mark:

Well

Both:

Well, I've been afraid of changin'

Cause I've built my life around you

But time makes you bolder

Children get older

And I'm getting older too

Jack:

Well, I'm getting older too

Jack:

So.. take this love and take it down

Yeah, and if you climb a mountain and you

Both:

turn around

And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills

Where the landslide brought it down

And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills

Well maybe...

Well maybe...

Well maybe...

The landslide'll bring you down

The crowd is silent for a couple seconds after we finish. And then deafening cheers, louder then I've ever heard them before. Bob and Wade also don't hesitate to cheer. I laugh.

"Thank you." I say, Mark thanking the crowd as well. That went a lot better then I thought it would. Mark looks at me with a smile and covers his mic.

"You did really good." He says. I cover my own microphone.

"Thanks. You too." I say. He nods and turns back to the crowd, once again thanking them and cracking jokes like usual. I turn to Bob and Wade who are also clapping. I smile at them, they smile back. But I can see it in their eyes. They suspect something's up. No... They don't suspect... They know.