Star Struck
Cezille07
Elena wants an autograph. Anyone from the concert will do. Or maybe not.
Disclaimer: This idea came from somewhere. Oh yeah. Me. And that's about it. Nothing else here is mine. Except for that imaginary band, Non-Existent, they're all a fan of (That's why I named it Non-Existent, because it doesn't exist).
"Excuse me! Excuse me! Can I have a picture with you?"
Amidst the rush and the noise of the bystanders, this line was naturally unheard.
Elena stomped her foot and crossed her arms. "You have to help me, Zick! At this rate I'm never going to get a photo with anyone!"
Zick grinned. He knew Elena had long been a fan of Non-Existent, and that this once-in-a-lifetime concert was probably her only chance to get concrete proof of her membership in the fandom.
Except that it seemed far from reality now, with throngs of other people trying to do the same.
"I have got to get an autograph somehow!" she declared.
With that, she disappeared from his side and appeared to have flashed into existence on the stage. She sought Pop, the lead singer, but he was already 'hostaged' by some thousand vicious fangirls. Rock, Rhythm, and Jazz shared the same fate.
There! The band's official lyricist, nicknamed Lyric, and his twin sister Musiq! They weren't as preoccupied. Elena fought her way towards them, but when she arrived, they slipped into their dressing rooms.
Ah! The musical director, no specific nickname. If even he was going to dodge her—
Darn, he just did.
About an hour passed, and much of the people had dissipated. Zick waited outside, talking with the resident Bobak of the theatre. Things were always controllable but messy, he narrated in a manner similar to Ben Talak's story-telling.
When at last Elena showed herself once again, she was covered in sweat. "I've got it!" she proclaimed, panting. "I've got proof that I've mingled with at least a Non-Existent staff! And this is going straight to my prized collections!"
Zick took the camera and switched it into view mode. The most recent picture showed her beaming with a fellow wearing soiled clothes. "Who's this?"
Elena blushed. "I don't really know. He wore an ID like Pop's and was working with the crew backstage, so I took my chance."
"What did the ID say? Didn't you bother to look?"
"I didn't read it! I was too excited!"
Zick looked at the picture again. By his Taming powers he scanned the image, and caught the man's flashback — "Who's this young lady asking for my picture?" —and a clear reading of the nametag stitched to his shirt.
He felt sorry but wanted to laugh. "Uh, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Elena, but this guy's a janitor."
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