When I say we spent hours I literally means hour. That's the only reason why Lisa is dragging me forward towards the room. I'm tripping all over the place but she doesn't seem to care but I can't blame her really. She's been wanting to meet him since forever and here I was having seen him twice and actually had a conversation with him.

Which she wouldn't let me stop repeating every since I had told her.

I mean, how many times can a story be told anyway? There should be some type of limit.

"Slow down!" I shrieked trying to break free from Lisa's hold. She wouldn't loosen up and only held on tighter. "I should but I won't so deal." She shot back with a grin. I sighed heavily and tried my hardest to keep up but Lisa was taller than me and she definitely was faster.

We reached the room where the stage was supposed to be and we looked at the overflowing crowd of people in the audience.

My god. If I thought the panel had a lot of crazed fans. This place was times that plus an elephant. On steriods.

"This is so cool!" She shouted over the chatter of the room. "We are actually at one of his preformances. Did you know he did comedy shows back when he was in college?" Before I could answer she started screaming at the top of her lungs once she noticed someone's arm, most likely Toby's, sticking out of the curtains. The crowd went wild.

I covered my ears but it was too late. The loud shrieks went into my system and shook my whole body. I cringed waiting for the pain from the noise to suppress. I felt someone grasp my arm and I looked down to see Lisa looking at me with concern clear on her face.

Now she's concerned about my well being?

"I'm fine. Go ahead and have fun I'm going to stand outside for a bit."

She gave me a skeptical look and I gently removed her hand from my soon to be bruised arm. "I'm fine trust me. I believe he's coming on soon. Have fun okay?"

She kept looking skeptical but nodded once with a smile. I took that as a go to slip out the back and I shut the door behind me, the screams muffling for a bit. I blew a bang out of my eyes and leaned aganist the door. This was Lisa's moment to enjoy herself and seeing as much as I did not want to be there, it'd be the best bet.

I looked through the window once the screaming started to die down. And Toby sat there on stage with a piano and mic in front of him. He looked slightly nervous but even from this far away I could easily see the determinded look in his eyes. I gave the guy that, he had guts.

He started laughing and throwing his head back. He positioned the mic closer to his mouth and when I looked at the left I could see his face on the big screen and his eyes were darting around the audience with a big happy grin on his face. Was he looking for me?

Hahaha! The concept was laughable!

And yet here I am cracking the door open slightly enough to poke my head in and listen.

First of all, his singer was terrible. It wasn't enough to make me slam the door but it wasn't exactly going to get him a record deal now would it? I tried to pay attention to the lyrics but of course they didn't make any sense. But still I looked at him with interest.

"This song sounds dramatic but I'm bad at words, if you don't speak English
This probably sounds pretty good. You probably think I'm singing about some serious stuff
But in reality I'm singing about the lack of stuff I'm singing 'bout THIS PARTS INTENSE and emotional. As long as.. you don't understand it, your foreign grandma would love this sound please send it to her..."

I shook my head. Really? People continued to sing along to his lyrics and I shook my head with a smile. This guy spent his days making videos to make people laugh and they are actually people out there to who sit and wait for those videos to be uploaded. It didn't make much sense to me before but now, actually seeing it I get it.

They just liked him.

Because he wasn't funny, he was good-looking but not the best, and for the most part his material was watered down because of the recent jobs he's been in with the Annoying Orange which if it wasn't obvious by the title was extremely annoying.

But I respected him because he did a lot. But he wasn't exactly funny. So if I were ever to meet him again I would have to tell him that. I respected him as a person.

His song eventually finished and the crowd cheered as he started slapping their hands with what looked like slap bracelets. Once he was fresh out he walked behind the curtains and disappeared. The crowd clapped for a little while longer and eventually scattered to different places in the room and I backed up to let some leaving people through. So this is what it felt like to be among the crazed fans. Quite interesting.

I spotted Lisa and she ran to me giving me a hug. "Wasn't that just the most magically few moments of your life?"

I forced a smile and nodded. "Sure…"

Her face fell. "Oh god you hated it. You hated every second of it."

"No! I mean it wasn't exactly my type of funny but you know me. I laugh at historical puns and other stuff. I'm just not that type of person to sit and enjoy this stuff but that does not mean you can't enjoy yourself. I'm having fun if your having fun."

"Yeah but if you aren't than I'm not."

"Well then this is awkward…" I said slowly and she started to laugh causing me to smile. "I'm going to head towards the bathroom. Do you want to come with?"

"Nah, I went before I got here. Healthy bladder and all." I waved her off as she headed in the direction of the bathroom. She gave me a wave and ran past the hall. I started wandering by myself to nowhere in particular and caught the scent of something amazing. Something delicious. Something I hadn't had in too long.

Caramel iced coffee.

I whirled around to different spots around me trying to figure out where the magical smell had came from. I followed the smell down the back hall ignoring the odd glances that were shot my way. Eventually I came to a white door and I knocked on it. What was my problem? Caramel iced coffee was like my drug, my escape from all things stressful. I wasn't actually stressed in this case but my god, I needed some coffee.

I continued to bang on the door and finally a voice shouted, "Alright!"

My body tensed as I reconized the voice and before I could back away the door swung open and Toby stood on the other side.

His face lit up once he saw me, like he was seeing an actual fan. "Hey! Are you here to tell me what you thought about the show?"

"N-no I just… I smelled…" My eyes drifted to the starbucks cup in his hand filled with delicious iced goodness and his eyes followed my gaze. He started to laugh. "This stuff is amazing. You like this drink too?"

I nodded mutely which only caused him to laugh more. "Awesome. I'll tell you what, I didn't drink this yet so my salvia is nowhere near it. If you tell me what you thought of the show, honestly, and I'll hand it over."

I started to laugh nervously. "I really don't think you want to know what I thought. I've been known to make people cry with my words."

He smiled. "I assure you my feelings will remain intact. Now spill the beans."

I took a deep breath. He asked for it. "Well I thought it was… colorful. It certainly had its moments where the lines were witty and if I were still in high school I may have enjoyed it but since I am in College I didn't find it funny. At all. But I definitely respected you as an end result. I mean, I couldn't imagine going up on stage and singing. Especially if my singing was terrible. No offense. But you have balls sir."

"Balls huh?" He rubbed his chin with his free hand. I smiled at him. "You aren't mad at what I said? You aren't going to spill that yummy drink on me are you?"

"No of course not! You just said what you thought. I respect you for that." He grinned and handed me the drink. "Here for you."

I took it and of course with my wonderful luck, it slipped out my hands and landed on the floor. I cried out and almost dived for the liquid but it was too late and I did have some amount of dignity.

"Oh snap…" He said slowly and shook his head. "You really have some butter fingers girl."

I sniffed. My coffee…

"That's okay. I was heading towards the outside world anyway. I could buy you a new one if you want? Its my treat."

"But.. why?" I asked generally curious. "If someone just basically slammed my hard work I wouldn't exactly jump at the chance to buy them coffee. That they spilled."

He shrugged and walked out the room, shutting the door behind him. "Call me insane. But I'm still going to buy you coffee. I feel bad. I should have warned you about how slippery liquids can be. It's something that should be said before anyone drinks something."

I cracked a smile and allowed him to past in front of me. "Thanks."

"Anytime. Anything for a non-fan."