A Suitcase: A PewDiePie and Marzia love story.

Take On Me.

*Felix*

I try ringing Marzia a couple of times before I'm called on stage, but she just won't pick up. I assume she might just be taking a bath and the phone is in the living room or whatever. I put my phone on vibrate and put it in my pocket again. She may call back when she's done. I take a deep breath and ascend to the stage. A microphone with yellow foam is fixed on my head. I take out Marzia....our laptop and place it on the conveniently shaped platform. I take a step back as the sound engineers plug different kinds of cords into the laptop. The scene looks reminiscent to an emergency procedure in a hospital. I shake my head to rid myself of such thoughts and smile at the cheering audience.

Man, seeing them in the comment section is different, and seeing them in real life is another. I can't believe so many of them are standing in front of me. These are the moments when you realize how big numbers actually are when they are not written on paper.

I wave my hand enthusiastically, and stir up the audience even more. I close my eyes for a while, and let my PewDiePie take over.

"Ha...ha...ha...how's it goin' bros ma name is PEEEEEEWWWWWDIEEEEPIEEE!!!!" The crowd echoes along with me. They really know their stuff, don't they? I open sumotori dreams on the laptop, and wait for the game to load. While the game does its thing, I decide to interact with the crowd. "So how's everyone doing today? Tonight? Maybe Today? Well whatever, I don't really care "The crowd titters, approving of my joke."So, the first game we are going to play is Sumotori Dreams. This is a multiplayer so I need one more player out here. Can someone come up here please?" I request. In a few seconds, a line assembles that spans from the foot of the steps to the exit door. "Okay, that's a lot more people than I expected. Thank you so much!" I compliment. I motion for the first one to come up on stage and give him a Brofist. "So just stand here. You know the controls right?" he nods and looks at me as if I'm crazy. "Oh I'm sorry." I wag my pointer at his face and he doesn't break his stare. "Let's just play." I break the radio silence between us. He snatches the controller i hand him and i take mine, giving him a weird look. I start the game and he maneuvers so well he pins me down within the first three seconds. I look at him, shocked, and he looks back at me smugly; with his arms folded. "That's amazing, great job, bro!" I brofisted him once again, and sent him off the stage. I called for the next bro to come onstage, and it was a blonde woman with eyeliner that made her look like a raccoon and red lipstick that made her look like Miranda Sings.

I better keep my mouth shut and do my job.

The next event was karaoke party, where i was supposed to sing in front of the whole audience. I decide to pick 'take on me'. It was pretty well-received when i played it and uploaded on YouTube, so why don't i play it live? That's definitely a really good idea.

I'm pretty sure Marzia's cringing and laughing at my stream. Again, i just want her to smile and be happy.

After four minutes of not hitting any notes, i end the show to avoid any further embarrassment to myself and my family. I bow to the audience; run out of the stage and bolt out of the door to avoid social interaction of any kind. I get into the first taxi that i see and go to the one place I'm familiar with .Home. Marzia will open the door and hold me in her arms, probably laughing over what she just saw. She will never stop talking about it for the next few months. She will tell me that this was definitely a traumatic experience.

I pay the taxi driver and clamber all the way to the elevator. I unlock the door with my pair of keys.

And the first thing that i see, is

Marzia sitting still on the sofa.

Then her eyes come to mine.

In fury.