Nate's hands were shaking slightly as he tried to write a reply.
N: Dom, you don't have to do this, there's probably plenty of people that deserve it more than me.
D: I was always gonna pick one person anyway. you were my pick x
'Did Yungblud just really sent me an x?' Nate wondered out loud.
D: So, wanna come to the London show? Get there at 3:30pm, the concert doesn't start till 7, we can talk, you can help me soundcheck and shit. btw, how old are u? 🖤
N: i'm 21. and holy shit yes! i'll be there. i can't believe this is happening right now 😩😭
D: aww ur so adorable man 😭 send me a pic :)
N: okay, sure but im pretty ugly fyi
N:
D: pretty boiii 😉
N: ahah thanks
Nate put his phone down.
"Shit! My pasta!" Nate ran downstairs, to find his pasta burning, stuck to the bottom of the pan.
"Ugh."
He cleaned his miss up, and checked on his MacBook when the date was for the London show.
23rd November..
Tommorow?
"Shit! That's my brother's birthday..."
He walked back up the stairs to see some more messages from Dom.
D: see u tommorow natey :))
D: can't wait to meet u 🖤
'Wow, Dom is actually really excited, it's cute,' Nate wondered aloud.
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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.