swapped | markson

T E N

Okay, just do as Jackson said, Mark thought as he sat stiffly at the edge of the bed next to JB. His hands were nearly trembling and he couldn't sit still in the close proximity to another idol.

"Jackson, listen to me." JB started, "You have a concert today. What's going on with you!?"

A concert?! Mark's eyes widened. "A-concert?" He asked.

"Yes!" JB's hands flew up in exasperation, "You're performing at 8 tonight! How could you possibly forget overnight?!"

Mark, already antsy enough, flailed his arms out, "Ahhhh, what do I do?"

JB looked at him weirdly with scrunched up eyebrows, "Really, something's wrong with you. You're acting like a kid."

Mark frowned, thinking to himself, Jackson and I can't be that different. It's okay, Mark. You can do this! Just act like the Jackson you've seen in countless videos on Youtube.

"Okay, Jackson, listen," JB spoke slowly, as if Mark was a 5-year-old, "Practice your lines and get it together. I'm going to go for practice, and your manager will be here soon."

Mark managed to stiffly nod before his thoughts drifted to Jackson. By this point in time, Jackson would probably be in school. Mark winced, wondering how the idol would do in his shoes.

But in any case, this situation was all too confusing for Mark. One day, he's a average high-schooler, but the next, he's his dream idol. To make matters worse, he has to perform a concert tonight!

In a way, however, Mark's dreams were coming true. He had always wanted to be a rapper, a rapper like Jackson. He knew all of Jackson's lines, and he had Jackson's voice. Mark's confidence raised the slightest bit at the thought. He smiled, I can be a rapper.

A pounding on the door snapped Mark out of his thoughts.