Hello, right this story is going to be one that I actually complete! I've got it all planned out and feel that this is going to be just better overall than the other attempts I've made.

Also, I've planned it to be much less angsty than "His Inner Demons", so I hope it comes out as more light hearted :D

He could see it now: The sound of thousands of adoring fans screaming in excitement filled the stadium air, causing it to come alive with a youthful energy. Girls, and of course the occasional guy, were squealing and talking amongst themselves or to an otherwise unenthusiastic father or mother, some looking as if they were about to burst from the anticipation of seeing their favourite band, known as The Guardians. There was the bassist known as Tooth, the guitarist known as Santa, the drummer known as Bunnymund, and of course the lead vocalist known as Jack Frost. All stage names of course.

But there, tucked away in the shadows behind the stage's curtains was the one who made it all happen, without him none of this would have ever been possible, the manager of the show: Hamish "Hiccup" Haddock. Though, actually it was more down to him and his support team rather than him alone, to be perfectly fair, what kind of manager didn't admit that he had help from below?

Well, probably a lot actually, but Hiccup was not like that, no. He had, or at least wanted, the respect of his team, and hoped that he could make the show as efficient as it could be. But unfortunately that would never happen, as the general attitude is that Hiccup got his position as Stage Manager thanks to his dad, Stoick Haddock, being the owner of the record company. In other words, Hiccup had no respect at all from his colleagues, though he desperately craved to prove himself.

The full moon above him caught his gaze as it peaked out from behind the dark clouds that usually covered the town of Berk, where it snowed for most of the year, and rained for the remained. However, it seemed that the Gods were smiling on the small town as tonight was one of the blessed few that was plagued by neither, though the clouds were still ever present. A chilly wind blew up his green top, causing Hiccup to shiver as he pulled his armless, fur jacket tighter around him, wondering how long it would take for his crew to be ready so that he could do the final checks and go home already, he had to be prepared for the performance tomorrow.

As the brunet turned a lazy emerald eye to the empty stadium, he could hear a dull natter in his right ear, irritating him as he scratched at it, but it still persisted until he was finally given a harsh thud on the shoulder, shocking him out of his day dream.
"Hiccup!" Shouted the blonde next to him, a furious pout on her face as she crossed her arms in an irate fashion, "Did you hear a word that I just said?"

Turing and blinking a couple of times, the poor man had clearly not heard a thing, and was sure to have his head bitten off for it.
"Oh Astrid, hey. When did you get here?"
She was clearly not amused at this as her eyes widened and her mouth gaped slightly, "Hiccup, I've been here for four hours, granted it was back stage, but you've even looked at me a couple of times!"

A pang of guilt hit him as he realised he had been to absorbed in his self interest to notice his best friend of 10 years, even with her clearly bright blue top and black jeans.
A slender finger was pointed at his face, "You were doing it again weren't you?"
Hiccup eyed the rest of the workers as they began taking down some scaffolding, having completed painting a colourful display that would serve as the band's backdrop, "Huh? Doing what?"

"You know exactly what I mean, you were either thinking about how to make this as good as possible, or, more likely, you were thinking about your lover boy Jack."
The blond had not expected to suddenly have a pale hand clamped over her mouth while she was bombarded with shushing sounds, causing her to give a small yelp that attracted some attention.
"Will you shut up! They already hate me, what will they do if they find out about that!"

While Hiccup had never actually met the older Jack Frost, he still had a crush of sorts on him, and had listened to almost all of his songs, knowing multiple by heart. Whether it was the lively beat of the music, or the heavenly voice that accompanied it, Hiccup simply loved the music, which was another reason why this performance had to be as flawless as it could possibly be.

Releasing the annoyed girl from his grip, he gave a small frown and rolled his eyes, "Yes okay, I was thinking how to make it as great as I possibly could, but that's my job!"
The girl gave a knowing look and simply waved her hand dismissively, "Yeah sure, there's obviously no other reason what so ever."
She turned her back, giving a smirk over her shoulder as she left the boy feeling paranoid that someone had over heard them.

Watching her depart back behind the stage, Hiccup sighed, rubbing his freckled cheek as he looked at a clipboard and checked off all the appropriate boxes.
"Display, check; Space cleared, check; Sound system working, check; lights working," He looked up at the lights crew for confirmation, but found that they were simply chatting amongst themselves, "Ehem!"

Slowly, and without much fear, the two blond twins looked at him with a bored expression and spoke in unison, "What?"
"Do the spotlights work?"
They giggled to each other as the girl, Ruffnut, grabbed the large light and aimed it at the annoyed manager while her brother, Tuffnut, flicked the switch, causing a blinding beam to illuminate the area Hiccup occupied.

Hiding behind his clipboard, he tripped over his own black trainers and landed with a low sounding thud on the floor, quickly scurrying to his feet and glaring at the perpetrators with anger, though they still stared at him with glee.
"There will be consequences!" He shouted as he stormed off the stage, dusting himself as he went.
"What ever you say daddy's boy!"

As he left the stadium, Hiccup let the words sink in, and took the frustration out on his dark green car, which gave out a small groan as he kicked it. Why did everyone have to assume that he was incompetent just because his father was the company head, he did actually have to prove to him that he could do the job, family ties only go so far after all.

Hastily, he opened the car door and threw himself into the driver's seat, slamming the door behind him. The car gave out yet another groan and Hiccup seriously wondered if he would have to replace it soon, but alas he had no money for a car, hell, he barely had enough to buy anything other than necessities at the moment. Starting the car up, he drove away from the stadium, watching in the rear view mirror as the lights shut down one after another, signalling that the other workers were now leaving as well.

"Yet another joyful day at the office, Hiccup!" He muttered to himself, "Yeah, only got blinded, fell on my rump and almost let the whole crew know my secret, yeah, good day on the whole."
Unsurprisingly, the sentence dripped with the heavy sarcasm that the boy was known, and usually chastised, for. Well, who could really blame him? He was in a job that he loved and, honestly, was good at, yet earned no respect from it. Instead he was treated as a coat tail rider and a layabout, despite doing the most work out of his crew. Well, at least his cat understood him.

As the stuttering car pulled up to a red light, the man slammed his head down onto the steering wheel, apparently a little too hard as he immediately recoiled back and rubbed the spot in pain.
"Great, now I'm going to be a crazy cat person and have a misshapen head to boot"
Giving the area a once over in the mirror, he deduced that he would indeed have an impressive bump in the morning, which of course would be just his luck, what with meeting his favourite band and all.
"Fan-bloody-tastic."

Revving the engine as the light turned yellow, he turned a corner and drove down yet another empty road, though this time it was lined with parked cars on either side, signalling his arrival in the residential area of the town. He watched as a few people walked in the opposite direction of him, paying more attention to them than to the car driving past him, earning a loud signalling of a car horn for his troubles, along with a couple of yelled profanities, but Hiccup paid it no mind, instead focussing on what to have for dinner when he arrived at his flat.
"Hmm, I think I only have enough for a chicken sandwich tonight, even Toothless has more food than me at the moment."

It's not that he particularly spoiled his cat, though he probably pampered him too much, nor that he neglected his own appetite to do so, but Hiccup was just never much of a big eater, explaining his thin frame.

His thoughts of what else he possibly had in his sparsely decorated fridge were interrupted by the sound of a harsh buzzing coming from his pocket, the vibration tickling his leg and almost making him lose control of the car.

Pulling over to the side of the road, he turned off the engine and pulled out the obnoxiously vibrating contraption, flipping the screen and holding it against his ear.
"Hello Dad."

The hotel room filled with a loud sound as a white haired boy jumped down from the bed on which he was perched and landed on all fours on the floor, no doubt disturbing the holiday-makers on the floor below. His blue eyes sparkled in mischief as he met with a glare from an older, muscled man, sporting a shaved head of silver hair that blended with his similarly coloured stubble.

"Jack, if you do that one more bloody time I swear I will throw you out that window myself," He moaned with a thick Australian accent, glaring at the boy for extra effect, though the other paid it no mind. It was not that he hated the boy, but this was the seventh time he had done that in the last half an hour, and even celebrities could only get away with so much before they had to answer for their actions.

"But Aster!" he sighed, pouting as he did so, "I'm so pumped for tomorrow! This is going to be our first time in a huge stadium! How can I just sit there like you!" Sapphire blue eyes sparkled in amusement as Jack stood up straight, waltzing over to the unhappy man in a lame way, hoping to aggravate him further.
"For a bunny your awfully calm."

The man looked ready to pounce on him, he had never much been a fan of that nickname, despite adopting it for his band name. It did admittedly suit him due to his large front teeth, and he just felt it was easier to go along rather than cause a ruckus, but he still didn't have to like it. However, his assault was halted by a large body that suddenly appeared from nowhere.
"I agree with Jack, show will be fun!" A booming Russian voice said.

Jack looked up at the man known as Santa, for his jolly nature and appearance, with a smirk, eyes landing on his various tattoos before settling on his jolly face, that betrayed his otherwise intimidating demeanour.
"Y'know North, I'm surprised you're not at the bar getting merry."

"Ahh, I would love to be merry, but Ania, she goes on about the cavities and the fillings, so I didn't go." The man's hefty shoulders sunk downwards in disappointment.
This is when Jack noticed the absence of their female member, "So, where is she now?"
"At the bar," North replied, "Telling barman about dangers of alcohol."

Jack chuckled his signature laugh, that certainly sounded like her, always worried about health above everything. He swung a lanky leg sideways and allowed his body to follow it back towards the bed.
"If you jump of that thing again so help me," He heard Aster grumble quietly, provoking the boy into sticking his tongue out at him as he stood and looked out over the town from the window view, looking at a car just narrowly swerve and miss another that seemed to be being driven by an oblivious driver. Still, it was kinda funny.

The unlocking of the door informed the trio of a new arrival in the room.
"Are you three ever going to watch where this little bird get s to?" Came a English accent from the doorway.
Jack turned in a downtrodden mood, looking at the tanned man as he eyed him with his hazel coloured eyes, made all the brighter by his thick, black hair. Behind him was a small girl with hair dyed a mix between a light green and blue, her purple contacts peering into the room as she gave a shy chuckle.

The tanned man moved from the door way and sat on the only chair in the room, forcing the others to either sit on the beds or the floor, all of which put them at a lower height than the man, just the way he liked it.
He gave a small smirk and beckoned the Ania to close the room's door, which she did.

"So, you've been here for little over two hours and yet you've already had five separate complaints from guests," he gave an exaggerated shrug and pulled a perplexed face, but was obviously annoyed, "Care to share why?"

He looked at Aster, "Hey, don't look at me, mate," he pointed a thumb at the youngest of them, "Talk to Mr. Acrobat over here."
Jack yet again poked his tongue out at Aster, and got a middle finger in return, "Ah come one Pitch, it wasn't that bad!"

The man's facial expression remained blank and cold, "Need I remind you that this is not only your first big show, which could be your last if it goes wrong, but that you are also representing Vast Music Industries?" He sneered at the white headed ball of energy.

Pitch, full name Pitch Black, was the second in command of the company, and adviser to the band, and all new bands as a matter of fact. He over saw their progress until he was sure that they were of good enough quality to be permanently placed in the company's roster. He had managed to make the band well known enough, but Jack didn't like him, and he could tell that the feeling was more than mutual for everyone in the room, but Pitch just seemed to return the favour.

After a few minutes of silence, Pitch sighed and slumped in his seat, making a scene of crossing his black clad leg over the other, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the first two buttons on his black shirt. From the corner of his eye, Jack almost thought he saw the others looking somewhat awkward with the behaviour, but thought that they should be used to Pitch's ways by now.

Rubbing his fingers against his brows, Pitch spoke up again, "Right then, tomorrow you'll go for your first practise session at the stadium. You're lucky enough to have Stoick's son be the manager behind your performance. Just be..." he paused, "Careful around him."
Pitch new full well that Hiccup was a fan of the band's but thought that it would much more fun for them to discover that juicy little fact themselves.

Ania was the first to speak up, "Um, why?"
She shuffled in her position as she tucked her knees beneath her bottom, waiting for an answer from her superior.
He regarded her with a cool glance, "No reason, but you four can be overbearing at times, and this is his first serious job. And he is the son of your boss."

Jack just sighed and rolled onto his back on the bed, poking North in the side with his thin finger, causing the large man to jump slightly.
Unfortunately this only served to catch Pitch's attention as well, "I'm sorry, are we boring you, Jack?"
Jack rolled back onto his front, "No, but if it's our first time, shouldn't we get someone with more experience to make sure there's nor flukes?"

The thought did make sense to Pitch, and he had originally thought to bring it up to Stoick, but simply decided not to, "I don't think you're in a position to question the ability of someone who you haven't even met. And remember, he can make you the star of the show, or invisible like the real Jack Frost. And we don't want that do we?" He replied with a snicker.

Grumbling to himself, Jack went over to the window and stared out again, wondering if the show would really go as smoothly as he hoped.

Hiccup sighed as he leant against the car window and switched the phone to his other ear, "Yes Dad, I know to not fanboy over the band, I am a professional you know."
At the sound of a scoff on the other end of the line, emerald eyes narrowed and a swear emerged, hidden under breath.
"Just remember, this is also their first big performance, make sure that it goes smoothly."
"Dad, what do you think I've been doing for the past week?" The son sighed yet again, his Dad never seemed to be fully satisfied with his efforts, it was always the results that mattered. Hiccup supposed he could see the sense in that, but a pat on the back now and then was always welcome.

The silence persisted as the two had seemingly said all they needed to.
"Um, so, goodbye." And the line went dead.
"Huh, yeah, bye to you too, Dad."
Starting up his engine again, Hiccup shoved the phone back into his pocket and continued his drive back to his flat, where his feline friend awaited him, no doubt wondering why his dinner was later than usual.

The flat was dark and quiet when Hiccup finally managed to unlock his door, pushing it open with the tips of his fingers.
"Honey I'm home!" He called, "Oh, that's right. I'm not married."

But his call did not go unanswered as the patter of tiny paws soon approached him at an increasing pace, and soon a dark black furball had managed to jump into Hiccup's arms.
"Well, at least somebody loves me!" He cheered half heartedly.
"Meow," the cat mewed, staring up with expectant eyes, the pupils dilating to adjust to the light of the hallway.

Hiccup chuckled softly as he held the cat with one arm and flicked the light on with the other, closing the door behind him.
"Who's a hungry kitty?"
Instantly, the cat sprung from his grip and ran into the kitchen, coming back not a minute later with his plastic bowl in his mouth.
"Well, I guess that answers that question," Hiccup said plainly.

After feeding his faithful companion, Hiccup set about finding himself some food, peering into the empty cupboards and fridge, finding half a loaf of bread, some chicken, lettuce and a hunk of cheese. Setting the cheese back where it belongs, he took some slices of bread, buttered them and added the chicken and lettuce, after washing the latter of course, he was no ruffian.

Biting into the fluffy bread, he chewed in silence, wondering what tomorrow would bring for him. He would finally get to meet his celebrity crush, though it was needless to say that he wouldn't be able to act upon it, Jack was clearly a ladies' man, or at least Hiccup assumed so from the fact that the man was utterly gorgeous. Well, maybe he swung Hiccup's way?
"Pfft, wishful thinking Hic."

He shoved down the rest of his sandwich and went into the bathroom, losing his clothing as he went, throwing each down on the floor of his room that led to the bathroom, before closing the door and running the hot water, preparing for the night.

Jack tossed and turned in his bed, blue eyes sparkling in the dark. He leant up and looked at the four other beds that were spread around the room, looking at the sleeping faces of his band members, wondering how they could even rest when something so exciting was going to happen tomorrow. This could be there, no, was going to be their big break!

Well, assuming the newbie manager pulled his weight that is.

He kicked off his covers, which were horrible in typical hotel style, and lied with his thin limbs spread in all directions, sighing heavily as he looked out the window up at the moon, hoping that he could just fall asleep so tomorrow could come quicker.