Mark was awoken by the irritating sound of his phone consistently buzzing. He slowly open his eyes and groaned as pushed himself up, making Chica hop off of the couch, her claws echoing on the hard wood floor as she trotted away.

Mark held his arm over his head as he squinted his eyes at the bright morning sunlight, looking around the room until he eventually clued in to what was making the noise. "It's too early for this shit." He sighed as he lowered his arm and grabbed the device off of the table. It was 9:30 in the morning, which really frustrated him. He saw that the message was from his younger friend, Ethan, the person who agreed to take care of Chica.

The half Korean opened up the message, smiling at it.

9:30AM

Ethan: Hey Mark, did you make it home safely?

Mark: Yup. Landed yesterday. Finally made it home at around midnight.

Ethan: Oh, sorry! Did I wake you?

Mark: Yeah

Ethan: Oops
Ethan: So sorry! Was just wondering

Mark: Don't worry about it. I'm just exhausted

Ethan: That's understandable. How's Chica, if I may ask?

Mark: She's good. You did a good job at taking care of her. Thanks buddy :)

Ethan: Anytime!
Ethan: Hey listen I've gotta go, I'll talk to you later tho

Mark: Talk later

As soon as Mark laid his phone back down, he heard Chica loudly barking at the front door. He was puzzled by the dog's sudden actions, usually she didn't bark like this unless there was a major emergency.

"Chica? What's wrong girl?" The singer asked as he stood up and headed to the front door, looking out of the thin window on the left side of it. "Oh." Mark sighed. "Chica it's only the delivery person." He slid to his side and happily opened the door for the young man, he was fairly short and had his hair dyed bright red.

"Hello!" Mark greeted cheerfully. "This is my package, I presume?"

The other nodded and smiled. "This is a package for... Mark... Fish..back?" He looked at his clipboard and squinted his eyes, trying to pronounce Mark's last name correctly. "Fischbach." Mark corrected. "Oops, Fischbach. Sorry." The young man hissed and apologized profusely. Mark waved his hand out in front of him. "Don't worry about it. Happens all the time."

The redhead handed Mark the small box and shook his hand. "Thank you, kind sir." Mark laughed as the other turned to walk away. The shorter man smiled. "Have a nice day."

Mark closed the door behind him and wandered back into his house. "This must be it." He said to himself as he sat down and tore open the small cardboard box. Sure enough, presented in front of him was a red, plastic card that read "VIP" in bold, white letters, attached to a silk strap. Underneath it was a small receipt.

"Cool!" Mark's face lit up as he lifted the ticket by the strap and carefully placed the box on the floor. "Who knows, maybe I'll be lucky enough to become his friend." Mark chuckled as he admired the silk, stroking it gently.

The concert was going to be on July 22nd in L.A, pretty close to where Mark lived.

"See you in a month, Sean." Mark smiled to himself before lifting the box off of the floor and sticking the ticket back into it, heading to his bedroom and placing it safely on top of his dresser.

- One month later, concert day -

Mark woke up extremely giddy. Not only was today the day that he would finally get to see his favourite band live, he was also going to meet them. Though, all he really cared about was meeting Sean. He didn't really care about his other bandmates. Hey, he had a huge crush on the Irishman, can you blame him?

That morning was spent rushing to get ready, he wanted to be there as quickly as he possibly could. Nobody has time to be standing around in lines, waiting. Although he was sure that there were going to be tons of people who camped outside overnight just waiting for access. He had seen it way too many times before at his own concerts.

"Okay.. phone? Glasses? Car keys? Nice looking clothes? Ticket? Yup. I've got everything." Mark said aloud, trying not to forget anything important. He smiled giddily to himself as he swiped his house keys off of the table and ran outside, quickly locking his door behind him and hopping in his vehicle, starting up the engine and clicking his seatbelt on.

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When Mark arrived at the building, he stood and stared in awe. This was where Mark's old band, The Dark Side, had played their first ever show, and now his favourite band is performing there. "So many memories were made in this building." Mark smiled to himself before sighing lightly and quickly walking towards the large, glass double doors.

"I'm sorry, sir, but you cannot go into the VIP section." A security guard stopped Mark as he approached the spots close to the stage. "B-but why? You can clearly see I have my pass!!" Mark stated as he grabbed his ticket that hung around his neck and forcefully jerked it forwards. "And plus, I'm Mark Fischbach! You know, famous singer-songwriter, I should be able to have access to the vip section!"

"I'm sorry, Mark, but it's full. We had a nice young woman come in this morning and pay good money for your spot. You're gonna have to take hers." The taller man explained, Mark became filled with rage. "Aren't VIP spots supposed to be reserved? You know, you can't give them up?" Mark asked, narrowing his eyes, the dim lighting making it hard to see.

"Hey, let Mark in!" A familiar voice chimed in as he walked by. "I know you don't like him, but don't lie!" He continued as he stopped in front of the two men, crossing his arms. Mark's eyes widened.

"Jack, come on. You don't like him either."

Mark's heart sank.

"That's a boldfaced lie." Sean's eyes narrowed. "Mark, go right ahead." He smiled. Mark nodded and smiled nervously, it was one thing to be standing next to his inspiration, but to have him indirectly say that he likes you made Mark extremely happy.

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"Right this way, sir." A young woman smiled as she lead Mark backstage. "Thank you." Mark smiled cheerfully as he stepped backstage, slowly opening the door, it creaking as he did so.

"Ah, you must be Mark Fischbach." A younger and shorter man smiled at him as he sauntered in. Mark nodded. "Jack has been waiting for you."

Mark's heart started racing and beating quickly. Waiting for him? What the hell did that mean? Mark laughed shakily and continued taking slow and short steps closer to Jack.

"So I told him, I was like-" One of Sean's stage managers interrupted him by tapping on his shoulder. Sean stopped mid-sentence and looked at him in an annoyed manner. The other pointed behind Sean, and the green haired musician twisted his upper body around quickly, and his face immediately lit up.

Mark was caught by surprise. Is he excited to see me? He thought to himself, but his thoughts were cut short when Jack walked towards him.

"Mark! I'm so glad you came!" He smiled at the half Korean. "W-what? You know who I am?" Mark asked confusedly, pointing to himself. "Of course I know you! You're like, one of the most famous singers in the world! I absolutely love your stuff!" Sean explained. "I would love to be friends with you.. I've just been too nervous to reach out." Sean sheepishly confessed, rubbing the back of his neck. Mark gasped in shock.

"Sean, I would love to be your friend! How about we get to know each other?" Mark offered.

Sean smiled widely. "Sounds like a plan!" He handed Mark his phone. "Give me your phone number.. oh, and call me Jack. I don't really like the name Sean." He chuckled.

"Oh, of course." Mark chuckled back and typed his phone number into Jack's phone.

He was super excited to finally get to know his idol.

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THIS CHAPTER SUCKS AHHH I'M SORRY. It'll get better soon, I promise!
Anyway, hope you enjoyed chapter 2! There will be slow updates on this book because I want to write long chapters and make sure they're really good.. so yeah.
See you in the next chapter!