He looked back at the crowds of people standing just below the stage. The lights flashing hues of purples and reds across the facility. He sets down his guitar and walks to the edge of the stage. A sea of fans fill the audience, cheering and holding up signs declaring their love for him. Ed adored his fans more than anything else.
"Thank you for coming, everybody. Tonight's show has been awesome so far!" Ed shouted into the mic. The crowd cheered as he grinned directly into the cameras. The wave of adrenaline he got from concerts never got old.
Most of his fans were amazing. He recognized several people in the crowd from previous concerts and meet ups. These were the people who made his whole life worth living. Some fans, however, were a bit on the crazy side.
A fan threw a bra onto the stage and he shrieked. He had never felt the touch of a woman, let alone seen a woman's bra. His ears and cheeks tinted a deep red, embarrassed at the thought. Big scares like that were not very good for him. A bad trait of Ed was his nervous farts.
He could feel a fart coming so he muted the mic. He let it rip, hoping it would gain him some relief. Suddenly his grin fell, replaced with a look of shock. That was not a fart. Ed Sheeran had just pooped himself on stage. He quickly went back to smiling but the stench of his poop made his eyes water. 'Why would I trust a fart! Never trust a fart!' He thought grimly.
Ed knew he only had one choice, the show must go on. He had to do it for his loyal fans! He opted to sit back in his chair because he could feel the poop sliding down his legs. He needed to get through this performance quickly so he could change his pants. After several more songs, the fans demanded he come closer to the edge of the stage again. He had no choice but to comply.
As he reluctantly approached the edge, some fans shouted praises for his music and lyricism. Others complimented his handsome face and beautiful body. Ed blushed. His fans were always so kind to him. He was about to respond when he heard people in the crowd yelling, "Look out!" Before he could realize what they meant, somebody whizzed by him. He looked downwards, only to find out that he had been pantsed.
Poop stained his boxers and ran in thin streams down his legs. The crowd erupted into laughter. 'How could my loving fans do this to me?' He thought. Mortified, he tried to run off stage, forgetting that his pants were still around his ankles. As he tripped and fell, the cameras zeroed in on his butt.
He felt like the world was ending. His vision was blurred and he felt nauseous. He was so nervous he threw up all over the front of his shirt. He noticed he was crying when tears dripped from his face to the ground.
He threw off his pants and stumbled off stage.
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Fanfiction"Can I really trust you? My whole life I've been battling my issues with trust. My parents were the first people to break that trust, and break my heart. I didn't think I could ever trust again. So can I trust you?"
