Y/N is a growing musician who is going on tour around the U. S. Making a stop on Las Vegas.
After their first show, they stumble upon an interesting man who wears tape on his face.
Finding out Y/N has some free time between shows, will they decide...
Y/N finished paying for their stuff and was just headed to their room when some one called out. "Hey Y/N! Excuse me, hi!" A fan yelled out, "I just wanted to ask for a picture, I really love your songs ,and I couldn't help but notice you were in the show tonight!" After three minutes of taking pictures, they realized that the hallway was almost empty there was just a couple that was just headed to the escalators. The fan left saying thanks and waving a good bye; Y/N was left alone as they headed for the casino. As they were walking to the escalators, they felt something or should I say someone grab their arm.
Y/N's POV:
What the FaCK... I stand still for a second and turn around and see Tape Face. He waves his hand to say hello. "Oh my god! You scared me!" I yell at him. He looks down and seemed upset. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have yelled," I continue "but don't do that again. Next time just tap my shoulder or something." He shakes his head up and down with excitement and hands me a paper which I'm guessing it's a note. "Thank you?" I said and he nods and walks away. "Wait! Where are you going?" I asked him. He tilts his head, points at the note ,and leaves me alone. I go back to my room to read the note in private.
Third person:
Y/N opens the door to their room and places the note in the desk near the window. They sit down and open the note. It read out:
The best view in Vegas awaits you. Just go to the High Roller and say my name.
Y/N's POV:
I guess my plans changed now. He's letter is so cute all wobbly. Wait why am I thinking this? I don't even now him. Well I've never been to the High Roller before... I'll give it a go and be the judge of the so called "best view in Vegas." I grab my coat and my "enigma bag" ,like my fans call it, since it seemed small but contained a lot of things. It's actually the only one I have and it looks like this:
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I then leave my room and go to the elevators.
•Time skip•
Third person:
As Y/N arrives at the High Roller, they go to the ticket desk.
Y/N: Hi I- um I think I have a ticket? Under umm...
Employee: Under what name?
Y/N: Tape Face?..
Employee: Ah, you must be Y/N! Yes he reserved a whole cabin just for you.
Y/N: Oh.. he did? Did he say or leave anything?
Employee: Yes! I almost forgot, here he left this.
The employee hands Y/N a black envelope. Y/N stares at the details in the envelope and continues talking.
Y/N: Thank you.
Employee: Oh and he wrote down instructions on this paper on what to do with the envelope.
Y/N receives a letter and the ticket. The letter wrote out:
When clock stricken ten and you're at the top open the envelope and read out loud.
Y/N then gets in line for the High Roller. After awhile, Y/N is at the front of the line. The time is 9:45pm when they get on the cabin.
•Time skip•
Y/N's POV:
15 minutes have passed since I got on and I'm already at the top. The clock strikes ten and I read the note out loud. I start reading:
Look at the building were we first met. See the sign on the top left? Go where it tells you too. Promise you won't regret it. -Tape Face
I take a picture of the Harrah's hotel and zoom in the sign. It says:
Eiffel Tower Restaurant. Same name. 10:30.
I'm guessing I now have a reservation at 10:30 under his name again. I better call an Uber before i get down.
Third person:
After another 15 minutes, Y/N arrives at the end of the High Roller. The Uber picked them up and started driving off to the Paris hotel.
•Time skip•
Y/N enters the hotel and walks up to the Eiffel Tower Restaurant reservation desk.
Y/N: Hi, I have a reservation at 10:30 under Tape Face.
Desk lady: Hello, yes your table is all set up; just enter the elevator behind me and your good to go.
Y/N: Thank you.
Y/N's POV:
I enter the elevator behind the desk and go upwards. When the doors open I can see the kitchen and a lady greets me. "Hello Y/N I'll be your waitress today," I nod and she continues , "please follow me to your table." I follow her and sit down at the table. I have a beautiful view of the Bellagio hotel. The waitress comes back and places two wine glasses in the table and starts filling them up. After she is done, she hands me another black envelope and leaves. I start reading it out loud and read:
No need to worry of what to order, I already got the menu set. Just close your eyes and softly count to ten.
I hesitate to count but then give in and close my eyes. One. I hear people talking. Two. The music rings in my ears. Three. I start getting nervous. Four. Five. I hear my waitress talking to someone. Six. Seven. I hear someone walk closer. Eight. Nine. The chair in front of me makes noice. Ten. I open my eyes and there he is sitting. Tape Face.
———————————————————————————— A/N I hope you're liking the story! I'll try to keep on posting faster. See you later! And follow for more! 987 words ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What will happen during dinner? Will Tape Face finally show his face?