The crowd cheered as Mark finished his last song of the night. He smiled and looked around the room and he panted lightly, sweat dripping down his forehead and cheeks, before bringing the microphone up to his lips for the last time that night. "Thank you all so much for coming!!" He yelled and threw his free arm up above him, waiting a few seconds before sighing heavily and spinning around on his heel, heading backstage.

"You did great Mark!" The stage manager smiled at him and patted his back as he walked past him. Mark gave a quick smile in response, too out of breath to even say anything. Once he was backstage, he sauntered into his dressing room and dropped down onto the elegant, black leather couch, exhausted from a long day.

"Thank god this is the last day of the tour." He mumbled to himself as he slowly pulled his phone out of his pocket, scrolling through Twitter. After a few moments of silence, he heard a soft knock at his door. "Come in." He yelled out.

"Hey Mark, you did amazing up there!!" A girl named Amy complimented as she hopped into the large, dimly lit room. "Thanks, Amy." Mark replied in a nonchalant tone, not looking up from his device. Amy's face dropped into one of concern as she stepped closer to the raven haired singer. "What's wrong?" She asked.

Mark finally raised his head and sighed. "I'm just exhausted. Being on tour and shit really wears a man down." He grunted. "Don't get me wrong-" He quickly looked over at Amy and raised his hand up in front of him. "I love doing this, going on tour, meeting fans, making them happy, I love all of it, but by the end of a huge event, like a tour, can really tend to put me in a crappy mood." He explained, watching as Amy nodded along to his speech.

The brunette pursed her lips. "I understand. Just make sure to take care of yourself, okay? Your mental state is very important. Don't work yourself so hard that you fall apart." She smiled lovingly, and Mark smiled back. "Thanks Amy. I'm so lucky to be friends with someone like you."

"Don't mention it." Amy chuckled as she patted Mark's shoulder. "I'll talk to you later." She waved as she turned around and walked out of the dressing room. Mark smiled happily and went back to his phone, opening up Spotify. "I guess I'll listen to some Raised To The Ground." He said aloud as he put his playlist on shuffle. "God.. I wish I could tour with these guys." He sighed as the song started. "Sean's got a wonderful voice.. I think mine and his would fit perfectly together."

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"MARK." A loud, familiar voice snapped Mark out of his little fantasy land. "Huh? Yes? What?!" He frantically asked as he paused his music, almost dropping his phone. "Mark! It's time to go; you have an interview in half an hour!" Mark's producer, Felix, shouted as he burst through the door, looking stressed and anxious. "Oh, yes! Sorry, sorry!" Mark laughed nervously as he quickly gathered his things and rushed out to his tour bus.

As soon as Mark stepped outside, there was a small group of girls there waiting for him. "Hi Mark! We love you! Could you give us some autographs?!" A girl wearing a black tank top and ripped skinny jeans asked excitedly. Mark forced a smile and reached his hands out. "Of course!"

He signed a few things and took a few pictures with the girls before quickly waving to them and racing into his tour bus, finally able to breath and have some peace and quiet.

As soon as he slammed the door shut, he took a few steps forward and spun around in a circle before taking a short breath, closing his eyes and slamming his back against the cold metal wall, slowly sliding down it. Groaning, he gently placed his hands over his face. "God dammit.. I need a break.." He thought. He had been working his ass off, nonstop for the past four months. Perfecting the new album, going on tour for the new album, he was worn.

"Mark? Remember you have an interview with Fall Out Boy in ten minutes." Amy pointed out as she poked her head inside of the bus. Oh, right. This was one of those "special interviews", at least that's what she called it. Mark once again forced a smile and nodded. "Can't wait."

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After the interview, Mark had become super agitated and very irritable, anyone who tried to speak to him would only get snarky remarks or a rude attitude in return. He was like a broken man, who just needed some quiet time, or time to enjoy himself instead of being the one who gives joy to others, and that's exactly what he planned on doing.

After the tour was finally over, and everything was all sorted out, Mark could finally head home. He hopped on a plane and popped in his earbuds, slowly drifting off.

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"Excuse me, can I sit here?" Mark was awoken by the voice of an elderly woman, who must've wanted to switch seats. Coincidentally, the empty seat beside him. God, why didn't he get first class? Mark would never know the answer.

Mark groggily opened his eyes and turned towards her, groaning. "Yeah, sure, whatever." He muttered. The women thanked him and immediately got comfortable, pulling out a travel pillow.

Mark suddenly couldn't sleep, mainly because the elder beside him had started snoring.. loud. Very loud. He was surprised that nobody else wanted to throw her out of the plane window. In fact, nobody seemed bothered by it.

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Mark had finally made it home at around midnight. He tiredly opened the door and was immediately greeted by his happy-go-lucky canine friend.

"Hey Chica Bica!" He smiled at her and leaned down to scratch her head, happy to see his furry companion once again. "Did Ethan take good care of you?" He asked in a high pitched voice as he stepped inside and locked the door behind him, the dog still jumping all over him. Ethan was one of his close friends, Mark had asked him to take care of Chica while he was gone for the tour.

"Come on girl." He smiled again and lead her to her food bowl, quickly feeding her and dropping onto his large, black sofa. Exhausted, he pulled out his phone once again. "You know what? I'm gonna treat myself." He said to himself as he opened up Safari on his phone, and searched up some Raised To The Ground tour dates.

After a while of searching, he finally found the perfect concert date.

"Perfect." He smiled happily. The concert was going to be right in his city, hell maybe he could even meet the band.

And that's exactly what he planned on doing.

Mark ordered a VIP backstage ticket, the last one at that.

Mark then sighed and placed his phone on the clear, glass coffee table in front of him.

Drained, he slowly laid down on the comfy surface, not bothering to go to his bedroom. He was too tuckered out.

He felt the golden retriever hop on the couch at his feet as he finally fell asleep.

This was going to be the start of something beautiful.

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Hey, I hope you liked the first chapter! Like every other story I've ever started, I probably won't even post a second chapter, or I'll just completely abandon the book because I've lost inspiration. What's new, right?

Anyway, my friend gave me this idea and I wanted to try it out. Don't question the logic in this book, and if I say that Jack's hair is green, don't correct me saying "actually it's brown now", because I know! I just loved the green hair to death and I'm keeping it in my stories.

So yeah, see you in the next chapter!