Die Hard Fan

Chapter 11: Leggo to Japan

Mitch's POV

I woke up to the sound of Queen B blasting from my phone.

I quickly looked at it and saw it's just my alarm.

I turned it off and quickly got ready for our shoot for today.

After that, I headed out to the kitchen and saw Scott with Starbucks!

What a perfect way to start a day.

"Hey, morning Queeeen!" He exclaimed.

I took a sip of my drink first before I greeted him back.

"Morning to you too Noodle." I said.

He chuckled and strolled to his phone.

It's like 7:30 in the morning what the hell is he checking out?

I'm not really interested so I decided to ignore it.

After eating we headed to the place where we would shoot the video.

*While on their way, let's check the fans. Next stop, Japan!

A Japanese fangirl's POV

(I'll be using English though.)

I glanced at my window looking at the chery blossoms outside.

Swaying with the wind, some of the leaves going down the ground.

"Iori? Can you go to the market for me?" I heard my Mom asked.

I nodded in response. I put my hair into a bun and wore one of my Pentatonix shirt.

I got out of the house and was greeted with weird  looks.

They know I'm a fan because of my shirt.

Are they confused why I'm alive?

I know how much PTX loves Japan. If I commited suicide just like the others, who would go to their next concert here in Japan?

I giggled at the thought but frowned a little while later. My friends died though.

I brushed off my tears and continued walking.

I then stopped for like a minute and looked around the market.

I can't help but stare at the places where Pentatonix shoot their cover of Rather Be.

I'm now passing by the place where Kirstie just finished singing the second line in the second verse and then Scomiche took a selfie while singing "Paraparaparaparum"

It made me smile. I wish Pentatonix wouldn't mind the fans that commited suicide and remember that we will still be by their side.

I headed back home after buying the stuff my Mom needs.

"Iori? What are you wearing?" My Mom asked.

I looked at what I'm wearing and frowned. I looked at my back and saw that the back part of my shirt is fine too.

"What?" I asked completely confused with my Mom's reactions.

She shook her head. What did I do wrong?

"Don't you "what" me! Change your clothes and throw them away with the rest." My Mom commanded.

Throw away? With the rest? What?

"Mom, I don't understand." I said with sincerity.

She just sighed and pointed towards my room.

"Just go inside your room." She said.