Meet Me Backstage

Chapter Two: The Way There

Its been a few days since the day he was kindly given the ticket, and Izuku has been mentally preparing himself throughout the span, from workouts on breathing and attempts at not passing out. Of course, he did this in the privacy of his own room, rather locking his door so his sweet mother wouldnt walk in on one of his lessons. He patted the palms of his hands against his plump, freckled cheeks, tapping his calloused fingers against the outer side of his eyes, fiddling with his skin nervously. He didnt want to mess this up, and he HAD to be early in order to make sure that he didnt embarrass himself on this important day. He shifted around and had packed extra things in case, which rounded up to things about safety and a few more things for the idol to sign on. He elongated the the luggages handle, leaving it there so he could go over to his closet and change into some merch that fits him finely, tossing aside his previously worn clothes and forced his legs into a pair of jean capris, zipping the fly up clumsily. He made his shirt bag over the top of his capris and put on his VIP badge, it dangling with added on keychains that he owned. He bounced around happily before his hand snatched at the handle and rolled it behind him, walking himself out of the room proudly, his chest pushed out and his cheeks puffed with a red tint. His mother saw the boy out once he announced his leave, Inko giving her son a small hug and a wave goodbye and goodluck, seeing him out the door. Her short and chubby figure was seen in the silhouette of the window, when Izuku looked back, he smiled a bit before making his way to the busy city to he could board the train that would bring him closer to his destination.Once Izuku had boarded the train, filled with other strangers that varied in heights, sizes, and weights, he shifted his way to an open seat, somewhat close to f the exits on the train. He glanced around nervously and let his scarred fingers grip around the handle more tighter, were these people getting boarded for the concert too? He hoped not, but he was getting special privileges anyway. He sighed and let his fingers relax on the handle, trying to calm his tense shoulders next. The boy decided that it would be of much help if he just listened to his music, mentally agreeing as he scooted his bag between his legs to keep it secure, his calves pushing against the hard case, shuffling through his pockets for his phone. He let an internal smile overtake his body and pulled the slim device out, turning it on and clicked his headphone cord in, slipping the buds in his ears. He hummed as he played one of the songs that was made by one of the singers, All Might, called Sludge Villain. He made sure that he turned it up enough to mute out the small chattering throughout the train, his head getting filled with songs he listened to so much, it would almost make others nauseous. He had a nice ride on the train, feeling his phone slightly start to heat up. In confusion, he glanced down and clicked his phone on, noticing the battery on his phone. It was below twenty percent, and he wasnt even at the concert yet. In a panic, he lifted his bag onto his thighs and zipped it open, shuffling for his portable charger. He was hit with a baseball of realization, hadn't packed it, a surge of worry filled his lungs, almost getting hard to breathe. He wouldn't be able to take a photo with him and all he can do right now is power his phone off. He shifted, doing what his mind intended and plucked his buds from his ears, wrapping them around his phone and dug it into a pocket of his luggage. He made sure to zip his case up before dropping it back onto his wheels, a nervous ocean waving through his body. He hoped his phone wouldn't die during this time, he had only just got on the train, and it's been a half an hour since he boarded the train, and his phone was being burned out by his songs. He sighed and just stayed still, staring out the window beside him to avoid any conversation.
Once the overhead called over for his next stop, rising to his feet cautious of the passengers around him. He sighed and scuffled over to the double doors, standing on the side to wait, rather patiently. He glanced over as he heard the gears of the door start to shift. The boy smiled widely as he passed the doorway once it was completely opened, happily trotting through with his small luggage trailing behind him. He had a wide smile spread across his face as he followed the map that was recorded into his head, glancing around at the signs to make sure that he was going towards the right stations. He knew that the area was rather foreign to him, and he would much rather be with a friend at the moment. He sighed and scooted over to the park that the concert was being held, seeing the bouncer and the fans hoarding around the entrance, there was a lot, 'I guess coming early wasnt only my idea...' the boy thought, sadly making his way to the herd and slotted his way through the crowd, with yells of protests from mad fans that he was making it through. He swam through the mix of mild, intense, or soft voices, going up to the bouncer to show his VIP badge to him. The karge figure was thoroughly  surprised at the small boy in front of him, scanning the code and stepped aside, "Go to the right lane and get yourself on stage, you can get backstage from there." he instructed, Izuku nodding as he took note of that into his head. He  scittered off and did what he was told, taking a few steps to the right and trekked down the runway, running up the stairs with his rolling luggage bouncing up the stairs behind. He shifted a bit before staring around the vast platform, wondering if it was polite to just walk in. He coughed and left his suit case in a stationary spot on his right, staring around the place with a birth of a large flutter was given in his stomach. He noticed the curtain shift slightly before an unknown face poked out, his crimson eyes seering through Izuku with hostility, making the poor fan feel a surge of shiver flow through his spine. The poked head had rather spiky, ash blonde, hair, it flicking through the heavy fabric of black. The unfamiliar boy retreated without a trace, Izuku then hearing a call and some shuffling. The lead singer, All Might, popped out with a large, signature smile. "Why hello!" he boasted cheerfully.