*Lucifer is from the TV show Lucifer (if you don't watch it, you haven't lived)

A Tuesday.

Okay so, there was nothing wrong with Tuesdays exactly. The came after the existance of Mondays, and were the day where you were all, "Yeah, this hell has to happen so let it happen."

Fortunately, no one from yesterday's escapades at the bar was sporting a hangover (except Kristin, who was still woozy from all the fourth wall breaking). But yeah, there were problems, and problems made you go to a bar. But tonight, it was a concert. And it wasn't just any concert, it was the Wattpad4 concert.

One day after Monday and Kassandra still hadn't figured out how to get her hair to stop being a pain in the butt. She had attempted to take a shower and let some of it wash away (at least she hoped it would) but instead she somehow managed to make it orange. Orange. She preferred the bright purple over the colour that made it look like she was asking for people on the street to stare at her in barely disguised curiosity.

So she enlisted the help of the one person who didn't have any trouble dying her hair. And that person was of course, Jordan Lynde. She had lightened her hair once (and that was pretty much the end of her hair dying experience) but there was no doubt that Jordan knew the ins and outs of what to do with hair dye and hair problems.

Okay, it took some difficulty to enlist her help. For one, she lived in a castle in the middle of a forest (because she didn't want to be mobbed by paparazzi) and Kassandra couldn't exactly call her (probably because her manservants took every opportunity to secretly crush Jordan's phone at her boyfriend's request). She didn't know anyone close to her (because those manservants were basically bodyguards that probably only carried the title manservant at Jordan's request) and her boyfriend (who was actually a billionaire and if he married Jordan, he'd become a king) was basically the untouchable bad boy of the media.

Eventually, she did manage to get to Jordan's massive castle, and eventually she did get passed the evil stares of Jordan's manservants. Navigating to her room with the giant map Jordan had 'gifted' Kassandra with, she found Jordan blasting Panic! At The Disco with her two puppies doing their version of the moonwalk beside her as she danced.

Okay, so eventually the orange did fade, but that's not important. Let's flip the coin to someone else, shall we?

Pandean Barbieri wanted to smack her head on the counter repeatedly until all the stupidity she was listening to ran straight out of her ear.

First, Captain America has come swinging into the bar, shield and all, looking for Lucifer (who also was, coincidentally, her evil roommate/evil partner-in-crime/fellow morally loose one/sometimes they were a thing(?). He managed to destroy the counter top, leaving a huge gaping hole in the middle the size of his shield, destroy all her bottles of alcohol (though technically, they were Gaby's) and also managed to do it all without finding a trace of Lucifer.

Somehow Lucifer had waltzed in (literally danced his way through the door with music and everything), did his evil jedi thing to Captain America (who went from looking determined to fight to speaking about how his greatest desire was to buy those boxers with the American Flag on them) and now they both managed to convince Pandean to get her bottle of precious red wine (which was hiding under the back counter because Gaby seemed to be able to sniff out everything else) and serve them wine every time they ran out of it.

She was literally saved by the bell.

Okay, so she didn't understand why the bell over the door had rung when the Wattpad4 and their sassy manager walked inside. There were two reasons why: A) After the incident yesterday, she didn't expect to see Jorge Haro or his crew and B) There was no bell over the door.

Kristin Jacques walked inside the bar, stepsiding the Wattpad4 who had all stopped to survey Captain America and the owner of the club Lux (who was Pandean's idiot partner, Lucifer Morningstar). She dumped herself on one of the bar stools, cringing when a piece of rubble dug straight into her-

Beep.

The author of #SquadGoals apologizes for this untimely interruption. She wishes to relay that despite the string of curses currently releasing from Kristin's mouth, she will not repeat any of them nor the body part that it dug into.

Continue.

"OW!" Kristin finished. The world snapped back into focus, and everyone around Pandean and her ignored the brief flash of bolded words from the author. She wagged a finger in the air, pointing to the ceiling. "You're slipping up, author. There wasn't a bell at the door before!"

The Wattpad4 ran the hell out of there.

"-and I told her, my purple hair isn't fake or dyed, I was born with it. She didn't believe me." Erin shook her head, mountains of pens falling from her overflowing pockets like they were coming out of the bag Mary Poppins owned. "I can't believe it. People believe in demons and ghosts but no one believes in being born with purple hair."

"If you're citing Supernatural," the corner of Rebecca's mouth quirked up, "then you'll have to remember that it's a TV show. People are born with black hair, brown hair, blonde hair-"

"And purple hair!"

"-and red hair." Rebecca pointed to her own shoulder length hair. "Like me."

Monica, who was on the couch of the dressing room they were in, leaned over to Leah and gestured something with her hands. It certainly wasn't ASL, or some organized form, but Leah understood it perfectly. "She says you all suck and her hair is awesome."

Monica punched her arm.

"I mean, she says that purple hair is just as common as explosive truth-telling superpowers." Leah looked at Monica hesitantly, who nodded in content, but was still caught up in what Leah had previously stated.

Rebecca narrowed her eyes at Monica, who seemed to squirm as she realized she was in what everyone dubbed 'the Red Focus'. "What are you doing?"

Monica shrugged, looking at the roof and pretending to count the tiles, her finger pointing. The ceiling was completely painted in white.

Erin crossed over to her, face scrunched up in concentration. Monica's eyes finally met hers and she blurted out, "I'm resting my voice for the show."

Silence.

Erin let out a shaky laugh, backing away to the dresser, pens falling from her pockets in a trail. "Uh, I didn't know that would actually work."

Leah raised her hand awkwardly. "You could've just, ya know, asked me?"

Rebecca shrugged in agreement, her guitar resting in her hands lovingly. "Do you think I could marry this thing? I want to get married to this thing." Her hand smoothed out the strings. "It's so beautiful."

"Only if I could marry my bass," Leah said, gazing into the air as she thought of where she left it.

Monica pointed to her neck.

"Why did my powers just suddenly end up working," Erin asked, perhaps only talking to herself at the moment. "Do you think I could become like Sam or Dean. Hunting the supernatural? Oh no- I am the supernatural. Guys, this is a problem. I need help."

"Sure, call 1-800 Hotline Bling."

"Shut up Leah."

Jorge Haro chose to walk in at that moment, sporting a grand smile. "It's show time."

Somewhere in the far end of the stadium for the concert, just where a surprise Kassandra Tate was seated, Eye of the Tiger began to blast loudly.

For most of the Wattpaders- I mean people, they had never attended a concert, let alone a Wattpad4 one, and were thoroughly disturbed by the rapidly increasing sound of people pounding on their seats to the beat.

Ignoring the music and how the spotlights ran over her seat section first and then skipped to the stage, Jordan Lynde recalled something about her first grade music teacher and his tas and tee-tees. She plopped in her earbuds just as a hooded figure, dressing in all black like a cat-burgler slowly lowered themselves down into the seat beside her. Fashion expertise was definitely not on Jordan's list of things to give and so she refrained from comment, even when the hooded figure seemed to roll their eyes at her choice of shoes. And so she stayed quiet.

Kelly Anne Blount had no problem voicing her concerns hen a hooded figure sat down next to her, and neither did Tammy Oja (but in her defense, she was a paranoid person). Despite both Kelly's and Tammy's eagerness for the Wattpad4's arrival, they both seemed to bounce their news in nervousness even when the Eye of the Tiger lowered to heighten the impact of Jorge Haro's introduction.

"Please welcome-"

Tammy looked sideways to where an equally nervous Kelly Blount was seated (though they didn't know each other) and both of them seemed to eye the figures seating beside each other before silently agreeing to bolt the hell out of there.

"-the Wattpad-"

Two hooded figures filled the three empty seats on the left of Dorothy Lydia just as the crowd got louder in anticipation, with Dorothy screaming along.

"-4!"

Rebecca, Leah, Monica, and Erin both walked out confidently, smoke greeting their entrance onto the stage. Gaby thought it looked a bit like a scene from the new Ghostbusters movie. Rebecca could've been Abby Yates, while Leah took on Jillian Holtzmann, Erin being, well, Erin Gilbert, and finally Monica as Patty Tolan (who was totally Gaby's favourite character). All they needed was the ghostbusters costumes and they were ready to go. Of course, the paranormal could've been the hooded figures preoccupying five of the seats in the stadium.

"Before we start," Rebecca voiced over the crowd's loud greetings, "I'd like to welcome a friend of mine, who's going to be a front-line dancer for most of the concert. You know her as well as you know the book Imagines: Celebrity Encounters- I mean as well as you know me," the audience chuckled as Kristin huffed, staring at the sky in frustration, "it's REBEL WILSON!"

The audience seemed to go ballistic, except Pandean Barbieri of course, who had absolutely no idea what the hell was happening. Rebel Wilson's iconic strut was welcomed on the stage with shouts of endearment from the entire stadium.

"Thank you, thank you," Rebel shouted into her mic, effectively making both Lucifer and Pandean shake their heads simultaneously in disapproval. "I'd like to thank the academy-"

The lights went dark. The stadium went quiet.

"Well," Erin said into her mic through the dark and the silence, "this is awkward."

***

This chapter was so long that I had to split it into three parts.

Welcome back to the world of SquadGoals, after like a month of waiting for another chapter. What's new? Well, my face is now my profile picture. I'm obsessed with K-pop. Only the band Seventeen. But nonetheless, K-pop. WattCon NYC happened. KellyAnneBlount and JayVictor are to thank for bringing me face-to-face with so many characters in this book, also known as my friends.

People mentioned in this chapter: krazydiamond, famouxx, XxSkater2Girl16xX, Pandean, Georgeharo, ELatimer, DistantDreamer, RebeccaSky, LDCrichton, KellyAnneBlount, tamoja, writersblockinmyhead, gabrielacabezut, Lucifer (DC Comics' Vertigo; the TV show Lucifer), Captain America (Marvel), and the Mysterious Hooded Figures.

This chapter is dedicated to that really cool dude who works at Wattpad HQ (also known as Tim).

Tell me what you want to see (I'm talking to YOU characters).

xoxo Gossip Girl