Nate sat on his bed, refreshing yungbludofficial.com. His finger repeated the constant rhythm of swiping down on his phone, waiting for the tickets to pop up.
He got a notification from Twitter.
YUNGBLUD tweeted: All tickets sold out!! Foookin craaazy maaan 😭🖤
"Shit! I missed the tickets, I saved up all that stupid money for nothing." Nate sighed, putting his head in his hands.
He reached for his phone, and went straight to Twitter to tweet about how he missed the tickets.
fucking missed the tickets, all that college money saved up for nothing 😭 @yungblud hopefully next tour 😭🖤
He threw the phone on his bed and walked downstairs. He longed for the sweet voice of his family, but didn't receive the smell of Mum's cooking, or Dad's politics arguments, or brothers arguing. Maybe moving out was a mistake.
21 years old, living on your own, owning a shitty Ford Fiesta that barely runs and having an insane obsession with a singer that probably doesn't even know he exists. Kinda sad.
He sorted through his silver pans until he found one that could cook a meal for one. A sad bowl of pasta with cheap cheese sauce. Typical college kid meal. As he was preparing his melancholy meal, he could hear his phone pinging from upstairs. Forgetting the pasta was boiling, he ran up to get it and see what was going on.
YUNGBLUD replied to your tweet: so fookin sorry. i'll dm u and we can sort somethin out. 🖤
Holy. Shit.
Another notification.
YUNGBLUD sent you a message: hey man. i can sneak u in backstage. i know what it's like to be a struggling student. just don't tell anyone. don't want anyone kicking off.
Holy. SHIT.
HOLY. SHIT.
HOLY. SHIT!
HOLY FOOKIN SHIT!!
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Backstage - Book One in the Underated Youth Series
FanfictionBOOK ONE IN THE 'UNDERRATED YOUTH' SERIES A struggling college kid meets his idol, and Nate feels on top of the world. But things take a wild turn, and his life could come crumbling back down.
