my stalker is the Pop singer

concert part three

After taking a few turns around the halls yu had managed to slip, back into the concert. Kai The Dead King was on stage singing. It felt so weird just being alone in the room with him, it was overly crowded now. Making it hard to see, sighing in frustration and going for the front again someone has bumped her back. Staggering a bit Yu was slightly confused and upset because of it.  Then out of nowhere something gets spilt on her shirt, exclaiming in anger she then starts making her way to one of the bathrooms with the VIP ticket still on her.

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Upon entering the bathroom there was hardly any people except maybe two people or so. Looking in the mirror there was a stain on the shirt, "aaah damnit this day can't get worse!" "Are you okay miss?" "No I'm not okay I was enjoying the concert and then I get bumped into by one of the fans and then someone spilt stuff on my shirt". "Damn....that literally happened to me like not even to long ago I am so sorry" "stuff happens I guess" "wait say that again" "stuff happens I guess??" "Are you yu from Starbucks????" Something came up as her expression has changed.

"Yeah how'd you know???" The ladies eyes have now widened in excitement.  "It is you!!!!! Its me Stacey one of the workers where you and I are working at" "hold up Stacey as in the new one Stacey" she nods vigorously and smiles.
Slipping out of the shirt to start scrubbing Stacey comes over as well she had a purse with her.  "Do you need help with the stain on the shirt?" "Yes please that would be nice of you".  She hands her some stuff to get the stain removed from it.  Yu begins to scrub it, they are talking for a bit, the door opens as soon as one of the girls she's met backstage comes in. 

"Hey" "hi, also are the bathroom stalls like opened or something??" "They should be" the Indian girl nods her head and rushed to the one on the right, closing the door again Stacey and yu continue talking.  The stain was almost gone, thank goodness for Stacey's help. 

[Time skip]

Its nearly two in the morning, yu was getting food for the concert, standing in line it seemed a bit long or short.  The pop singer must be backstage, pulling out her phone and going on Snapchat, there was countless messages from one group chat.  She wasn't going to lie there was a lot of people in it.  Scrolling through the entire chat, a stranger in a hoodie is standing an inch behind her not saying a word. 

Yu was to busy with the chat to not notice the strange hooded person standing so close to her.  Whoever it was moved their hand so quickly, as if placing something in her bag.  Yu sees the movement and turns on her heel the stranger doesn't back up.

Furrowing her brows she looks in her bag to see nothing missing, so why did they do that.  Stepping forward they just stare, but she couldn't see their face.  A cold breeze runs down her back, yu then shivers.  She feels slightly unsafe now, keeping an eye on the stranger she's managed to get to the counter. They had pizza, burritos, chicken fajitas, salad, Phillies steak sub sandwiches, and sodas including snacks like twizzlers, snicker bars, Hershey bars and other things. 

Feeling eyes burning into her skull, she looks over her shoulder, the hooded stranger was still standing in the same spot.  Feeling freaked out she buys whatever she needed and rushes back into the concert.  She didn't feel safe right now.....they just turn watching her body figure disappear through the doors. 

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She feels tired, the concert was ending, Yu was walking to doors alongside her group of friends.  They reach the parking lot full of cars.  But Yu was across the street from theirs, saying their goodbyes tonight they exchanged numbers.  Once they are in their vehicles getting ready to pull out yu turns on her heels and then proceeds to walk.  It seemed longer for a walk than last time.  On her way to the car, she felt eyes burning into her skull again, looking over her shoulder again it was so dark out she couldn't see a single out of the ordinary except for some street lights.

The phone dings again, it was the girls texting her, smiling at this she texts back but it falters again when the same sensation of being watched stirs again.