There were hundreds of people. Some to visit, some to put on a show, and many others to do who knows what! "I'm going to go check in with Carter now, Mark. If I'm not back within twenty minutes then just don't go too far, okay? It's getting close to eleven so your meeting with him will be soon. Got to go, bye!" Bruce waved to Mark and speed-walked away. Mark called out, "Bye, Dad! Thank you for your support and undercooked pancakes!" After that Mark spun around on his feet, seeing a group of people converged around the cosplay folks. In the nexus of the jocose group of people a man in a furry costume was dancing with a lady dressed up as a pink robot. They were having a dance-off. As the synergy increased, more cheers and hoots were heard. Mark applaud to them with an amused expression on his face. He left the dancing cosplayers to check out a stand that sold YouTuber merchandise. This stand was gigantic, like something you'd see at a carnival where you point high up to pick a prize. Mark saw a mini magnet of Cryaotic, PewDiePie, and shirts with other YouTuber's slogans on them.

The blue-haired man picked up a random red shirt, unfolding it and turning it around to read what it said. It had 'Booper Dooper' on it in large, bubble letters. Mark grinned and stared at the shirt for a solid minute before someone poked him on the shoulder. He dropped the shirt on accident. "Who-What-Yeah, I'm Mark!" He raised his voice oddly and promptly put the shirt back. "I didn't think I'd be able to find you this easily, Mark. Wow. How are you, man?" It was Wade! Mark turned around and gave Wade a bro hug. "Wade, haha! You sneaky son of a gun! I'm doing fantastic, how about you?" Wade shrugged; he answered in a plain tone, "I'm fine. I have had one hell of a day!" He wiped his face with his right hand as if to emphasize his point. Mark exclaimed, "I, Wade, have had one hell of a WEEK! You are lucky considering all the stuff I've had to set up and plan for today! I'm losing my hair! Oh man, do I look like I'm balding yet?" In the middle of their conversation two girls skipped up to the YouTubers, squealing and pointing to Mark in particular.

Mark waved welcomingly at them. The blonde fangirl stated in excitement, "You-You're Markiplier! You. Are. My. Heartthrob! Eee!" She almost ran Mark over like a bulldozer while giving him a smothering hug. The second girl was taking pictures of them on her phone, giving a high thumbs up with her free hand. Mark pulled away from the bear hug and gave Wade a look that said 'help me'. It isn't like Mark wasn't happy to see fans, he adored his fans, but he also adored breathing. Life is good. Wade said to the girls, "Alright, alright, let the great and famous guy go. He's got a ton to do today. He'll see you later probably at the signature table. It'll be at five o' clock, ok? Have a nice day!" He motioned for Mark to follow him, away from the two fangirls before they brought more attention around. Mark added, "That's right! I enjoy seeing people like you take such happiness from seeing someone like me. I really do. I would like to talk more, but I honestly am very busy today. The signature table will be in the room just left to where you'll see the media production room. That room is down the hall over there, do you see it?" He pointed to a visible hallway in the far distance, past many people and stands.

The blonde girl turned to look in the direction Mark was pointing. "Oh, I know where that is! I'll be seeing you again, Mark! It's so nice to meet you! Tracydidyougetthepictures?!" When she spoke like a motorboat to her friend, Tracy nodded vigorously in response. They both left the same way that they came, squeals and skips galore, hands flailing around. Wade itched the side of his nose with puffed cheeks. "I wish that I understood how the hell girls can make such an ear-wrenching noise. It's like some kind of superpower!" This made Mark laugh. The blue-haired man shook his head with a grin. "You got me. Although, I've heard many people, not just girls, that could make those siren screeches. Hey, do you know when the others-" Mark was suddenly interjected, "Mark, I'm back. Carter said to meet up with him tomorrow instead, and he also said that you're going to have to resend that e-mail from Tuesday. Tyler didn't put it in his files and well, he uhh...he was a doorknob and 'accidentally' deleted all of his information on the project. My guess is that he wanted an excuse to not go to the meeting. Oh well, carry on my wayward, son!" When Bruce was done talking he blew his bangs out of his face.

It was only a couple seconds later that he noticed that Wade was present. "Hello, Wade. Are you ready for today? I almost didn't see you there!" To this Wade replied, "It's been a while, skunk! I'm as ready as I'll ever be, I guess." The manager bit his tongue; he was used to the nickname because his hair style did go with the joke and many of Mark's other friends stuck with it. Bruce chortled, "I assume that Bob came with you? He did take the same ride with you, didn't he?" Mark added, "I was going to ask about the others just before you came back, Bruce. Small world!" A man dressed up as Link from Legends of Zelda strode past them while singing 'it's a small world after all'. The manager held in a laugh that really wanted to come out. Mark did laugh, and so did Wade; consequently, so did a small group of people close by. Bruce clapped his hands together one loud time to get Mark and Wade's attention back to him. "So, Mark, did you catch what I said about Carter?" Mark nodded then looked over at Wade to ask him, "Hey, so did Bob come with you?" The manager took out his phone to schedule the delayed meeting for tomorrow and bypassed whatever else they were talking about.

"Nah, man. He wasn't on the bus that I took." Wade shrugged with his answer. Since it was clear that Bob wasn't here Mark asked about the others, "What about Jack and Felix? Have you seen them around here?" This time Mark answered his own question, "No, I'm guessing? Otherwise they'd be with you, right?" Wade nodded with a raised eyebrow directed at the blue-haired man. Mark wanted to ask Bruce if he'd seen the three stooges, but thought twice and realized that it'd be a stupid question since Bruce hadn't mentioned anything about them. Wade said, "Hey, we can hang over by the lounge while we wait for them. Since we're V.I.P we won't be bothered by huge crowds or anything. We can just chill. I hear you got a speech you're gonna present for the introduction? Pretty nice if I do say so myself" As Wade started to walk with Mark a couple seconds passed before Mark spoke, "Yeah. I'm going to present my speech in honor for the annual YouTube convention introduction. I'm kind of nervous but I bet I'll be fine after I start talking, y'know? To get into the swing of it? Woosh?" Wade smiled and nodded; he knew that his friend could handle the speech. It would be in front of around three hundred people, but Mark just had to think of it as another one of his video submissions. To stay positive with confidence up his sleeve! Yeah!

{Time Gap}

The pen clicked in his fingers; he tapped the end of it on the clipboard repeatedly. "Four thirty? No, he'd be eating cheez-itz at that time. Five? Nope, my shoes need to get shined before I can be seen another day in them before at least six. I hate shoes. Shoes. Seven then. All settled! Christ, this day has been riding me like a bull!" Bruce rubbed his right temple and closed his eyes. He didn't know how long he stayed like that, but it was long enough for a random person to come up to him and ask, "Hey, dude, you okay? You look constipated, bro. Try Pepto-Bismol." Bruce opened his eyes to glare at the red-headed teen who just stood there like a statue. This guy had two damn backpacks on! One in the front of his chest, and the other work normally. "I am not constipated, thank you very much. I am just anxious. Bye." He walked off before anything else could be said. The redhead yelled out to Bruce, "Try the chilidogs over by those red-carpet dudes! They'll clear you RIGHT up, bro! Peace!" There was a few people that stopped to stare at the teen in confusion and/or appall. Bruce yelled back, "Thank you, you stale end piece of white bread!" This was only slightly offensive in Bruce's mind, but hopefully saying that would give that guy the idea.

He walked along, inspecting the rising quantity of people around him. Bruce lifted his eyes to see a small group of exuberant people surrounding somebody. He was going to proceed his stroll until he heard one of them say jauntily, "Do your intro! Do the Irish accent that you're super good at! Please!" Bruce did a swift 180 turn and nudged past the small crowd to find one of the missing links. Bruce ordered, "Alright, everybody please step away! He's got a schedule to keep! Signatures will be at five down the center hall! Let's go, Jack!" The green-haired dude gave the manager a puzzled look; he was oblivious to what this guy was talking about. Bruce directed his pen in the way for them to go. Sean didn't know why, but he felt the obligatory to follow this ying-yang headed guy. "Thank you for that, but can I ask why I'm following you?" The Irish dude strode to catch up with Bruce. "I'm Mark's manager. My name is Bruce and you're coming with me so you can meet up with the other monkeys. I got a text from Mark saying that they're in the lounge, so that is where we're going!" Sean fixed his bright blue eyes on Bruce to focus on his face to see if what he said was really true. "Bruce? Merk's manager-hey, wait a fookin' minute! If that's true, ye are the guy that cracked my phone's code and gave Mark my number! Right?!" Sean kept his eyes on Bruce, awaiting the answer. His use of 'ye' instead of 'you' showed how jittery he suddenly was.

The manager chortled a bit, "Heh, yep! I'm a pro with electronics and hacking and all that. I did it with good intentions though, don't worry!" Sean smiled and waved a hand in dismissal, feeling strangely more comfortable. "Pssshh, it's not a problem, but can I just ask why you did it? I'm not mad or anything, heheh,"He received a pat on his shoulder. Okay then. "I thought it would be easier for Mark to contact you about stuff like this, like the future events and times and places. I'm always busy, so this way you can just give him a call or text or visa versa. It's easier on me too. It goes like this; I am informed, I inform Mark, Mark informs you. Easy, right?" Bruce tapped his pen on his clipboard; he was doing it in a pattern, like it was to a song or something. The green-haired dude understood his logic. Sean was going to agree until Bruce added plainly, "Plus, you two are very good friends and should have each other's numbers. Talk more." The tone at the end was staunch. Sean gulped quietly and thought about it while walking beside Bruce, who didn't disturb the Irish boy's thinking. The manager knew the expression a person gave when they were in thought. Bruce was the King of thought.

Meanwhile...

"Mark, I just got a message from Felix on Twitter. He's here. Anything from Jack, or uhh, Bob?" Wade questioned with his face in his phone. The blue-haired man shook his head, "Nope. Nothing yet." Mark could have called or texted Sean, but didn't. There wasn't a reason for it. He just thought his friend could figure this thing out himself. He was smart. As far as Bob, he's been around the area enough to know where things are. He's smart too. Mark and Wade raised their heads simultaneously when a knock at the door was heard. There was only three other guests in the lounge, and they turned to look at the door too. The security lady who watched over the V.I.P. turned the knob to barely crack open the door so she could inspect it was that wanted to enter. No fans were allowed in the lounge, and neither was any recording groups. Mark furrowed his brows, interested in whatever silent conversation went on over there. The lady stepped back to open the door the rest of the way for the two guests. The one standing in front was Mark's manager, and Mark had the word 'hello' on the tip of his tongue but it slipped as soon as he saw who came in behind Bruce. "I found someone while strolling around the entertainment Centre!" Bruce merrily asserted, turning slightly to glance back at Sean.

Sean bowed jokingly and laughed, "Hey, I'm here! Heheh, it's very good to finally see ye guys again!" He was a bit nervous, but that was expected since he still viewed Mark as an icon, not so much Wade. Mark stood up but didn't move further from that. "Jack! It's good to see you too! How have you been?!" Mark asked with a giant grin. The Irish dude walked over to Mark and replied happily, "I've been doing great! I got a new pair of headphones and also I got a new recording camera. All of my new videos will now be more appealing to see! How about ye, Merk?" There he went with the 'ye' instead of 'you' again. Not purposefully. He'd say that whenever he was either embarrassed, anxious, scared, or excited. In this case, he was excited. Who wouldn't be? Mark's grin widened, he shoved his left hand into his pocket and said, "That's cool, and I'm doing just about the same as you, minus the new gear." Wade waved his arms around like he'd been completely ignored in class. Which he was. "Um, hi Jack! It's me, Wade, remember? Nice to see you, nuthead!" Wade was obviously kidding judging by the smile on his face. Sean responded, "Oh, my God, I'm sorry Wade! Ehehehe! Hey!" He seemed to talk regularly now, and Wade took note how odd that kind of was. The reason being because buzzball Jacksepticeye is usually outgoing, not always loud, but definitely more so than when he would talk with the Markiplier man. It was strange to Wade.

Bruce was oblivious to that, however, and the manager didn't honestly know Sean that well to tell if something was off or 'strange' about him. Sean yawned very noisily, rubbing his face and then shaking his head quickly. Mark pursed his lips, "Are you tired, Jack? You look like it." Wade added to what Mark said by joking, "You look like you've been raised from the dead." This made Sean squint; he didn't exactly understand why, but his phone alarm didn't match with the clock that was above his hotel room bed, so he only gained three or so hours of sleep. "I-uh, I didn't sleep all too well last night, heh," try extremely early this morning. Mark slapped Sean's back as he chuckled. The green-haired one's frame was pushed forward a bit by Mark's not-so-gentle slap. The people around the lounge fixed their attention back on whatever it was they were originally doing. Bruce spoke from where he stood by the door, "We are still missing two of the star guests here. Maybe I can call the head honcho and have him put his guards on the lookout. Yes! Damn, I'm good!" The manager didn't wait for acknowledgement, he just pulled out his phone and sped out the door. Sean laughed, he started to like this goofy Bruce guy. Wade turned to Sean, "So, I see you've met skunk. He's Mark's manager. He's helpful and a really nice dude, even if he sounds like a Dad sometimes." The manager part Sean already knew, but raised his eyebrows as if the information was new anyway. Mark grinned and said cheerfully, "Yeah, he's the business bro. He's the one that gave me your number, for uhhh, because conventions and stuff. I can sorta contact you better now in case of screwy times or places! I guess!"

Not a thing he just said made grammatical sense to Sean or Wade. Bruce was gone, but odds are if he was there than he would've schooled Mark in front of his friends. Nevertheless, Sean nodded with his head moderately tilted. The Irish dude looked back over his shoulder when Bruce came back in. The guy was furiously poking at his phone. It was actually a pretty funny sight. Mark glanced at his watch and hummed to himself. There was still about four hours to kill before they needed to be on stage. Sean asked, "What's so intriguing about yer watch, Mark? Are ye plotting to blow the place up soon?" Sean couldn't hide the laugh that followed his silly question. Wade chortled to himself as he listened with his eyes fixed on a magazine he picked up. He was reading a 'Media Monkey' magazine; the only thing that seemed interesting in the pile of articles and other public readings. "Yeah, Jack, I am. In fact, you should start running if you want to stay in one piece. You'll still be toasty, but you'll live. If I don't find you, that is." Mark gained a giggle from Sean, and this made him grin impossibly wide. The manager came out of nowhere and slapped Mark on the back. "Mark, this isn't the time or place for bombing. How about you three go do something while you're waiting for the big bang to start? And no, I don't mean an explosion of innocent lives." Wade was half tempted to say, 'you better listen to him or he'll spray you' but he concealed that awesome remark. Mark, on the other hand, just had to say, "Bruce, bro, you always sound like a DAD. I picture you eating oatmeal with prune juice on the side!" Sean intervened by playfully denouncing, "That sounds more like a Grandpa rather than a Dad, Mark! Are you in fookin' lala land? Hehe," he received an unamused stare from Mark.

Wade snorted in a humorous fashion and Bruce couldn't help but grin in satisfaction. "Yeah, yeah, good one, Jackaboy, but just you WAIT. I'll send my wrinkle control units after you!" Sean giggled again, and he would have sassed Mark if Bruce hadn't insisted that they get something in their stomachs. The thought of food reeled around in Sean's head. He was so sleepy, and even though seeing Mark was super exciting he could barely keep his eyes open. Food would probably give him a boost though. He hadn't eaten yet anyhow, so maybe eating with his friends could take his mind off of his somnolent state. "I know where we can go."