You heard he was coming to your home city, the one and only, Markiplier. You couldn't miss it for the life of you.
Your phone awoke you at 4am, the usual odd ringtone blurting out.
Answering it in a tired and quiet voice, you hesitated for a moment, before groaning and rolling onto your back. The laughter from the other side of the phone was loud enough to wake anyone else. "Heyyyyyy (y/n), you ready to see Mark?!" Yelled the three boys you called best friends. You sat up in your bed, running a hand through your (h/l) (h/c), soft hair. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!" You squealed excitedly, hopping out of the bed to shower.
After you finished, you got changed into a plain black shirt and black skinny jeans. You put on a few moustache rings, from when they were 'in fashion', and headed out the door. It would take half an hour to meet up with the boys, and another hour and a half to get the con Mark was at. The place would be stacked if you went there in the afternoon.
You wanted to meet Mark and have a decent chat with him, before the fan-boys and fan-girls started pouring in.
