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You're a famous singer (Jack Johnson)

Y/N'S POV

"So, again to clarify everything, you're going to perform before Shawn Mendes but after Jack and Jack, okay?" My manager's voice emanates the quiet room I was in.

"Okay, I got it. Before Shawn, after the Jacks." I repeat, letting her know that I was paying attention to her.

"Good. Oh, are your things packed? We're leaving tomorrow." Since I was living on my own, my manger was like a second mom to me.

"Yes ma'am. I packed, everything is ready to go. But um, what time are you picking me up again?" I say with a smile because I loved to mess around with her.

"Y/N! You need to be at the airport by 8 am. Your flight is at 11! Do not forget that, please." She begged and I heard a slight panic in her voice.

"I'm kidding. I'll be up by 6:30 or something if that's what you want. Everything's going to be okay. You don't have to worry about me." I reassure her before we say our goodbyes.

With my laptop in front of me, I quickly open a new tab and google searched 'Jack & Jack.' Don't get me wrong, I was aware of who they were, but I wasn't entirely familiar with their sound. A picture of a dark haired boy who stood next to a blond guy with piercing blue eyes popped up. My eyebrows shot up at the sight of these two attractive guys on my computer screen. "Well then, no pressure to impress them." I mumble to myself. I clicked on a link that brought me to their YouTube account that had their music. I gladly scroll through the videos and clicked on one entitled "I'm In." I found myself feeling their vibe so I spent another hour listening to more of their music. The next thing I knew, after a little digging around, I found their SoundCloud account. I creeped through more of there music and stumbled across a song that Jack J made on his own using a familiar beat.

"Hm, 'Bloom/Bouquet?' Let's see how this sounds like." I hit the play button and a soft melody starts to fill the room. I listened to the whole song and I came to the conclusion that I did enjoy listening to their music, especially Johnson's bars. "Looks like these former MagCon boys have more talent than people give them credit for." I tell myself.

I look at the cable box for the time and my eyes widen at the sight of the digital numbers that read 1:36. I mentally curse at myself and quickly changed into comfortable clothes that I probably won't change out of until I get to the hotel tomorrow. I set my alarm and allowed myself to drift off to sleep.

The plane ride to New York was hell. A kid kept kicking the back of my seat and I sat next to a couple who couldn't keep their hands off each other. It wasn't until we landed that they realized they were sitting next to someone pretty well known. I finally got to my hotel room and attempted to relax.

"Get ready, we're going to dinner with some of the performers," my manager says as she saunters into my hotel room, her eyes glued to her phone as she tapped away like her life depended on it.

I tried to hold back my complaint of wanting to stay in tonight, but I didn't want to come off as a diva. She locked her phone and sat at the foot of my bed. "I know you're jet lagged, but it's important you have fun before working all day tomorrow." She tells me.

She was right, I was jet lagged and all I wanted to do was sleep, but something in the back of my mind kept telling me I should go to this dinner tonight. I quickly got dressed and I headed to the restaurant with my manager and publicist.

"Hey! You guys made it!" I hear someone yell out. I turn to see who the voice belonged to and it was the coordinator of the event I was performing at.

"Yeah, I mean, she had no choice." My manager said with a laugh.

"Well, nevertheless, I'm glad you came. Come, join us." He says politely, gesturing me towards the table. As soon as he was out of my way, I spot an empty chair next to a familiar face. He was laughing with his friend until his eyes met mine.