Toursies Imagines

Zoom Q&A Y/N's POV

Y/N's POV:

I pull out my phone as I feel my watch vibrate against my wrist. I look at the notification, grinning.

Y/BFF'S/Nf

five more minutes before we get to talk to Ben!

Thank you five

Read at 7:55 pm

I couldn't believe it. In just five minutes we would be face to computer screen with Ben freaking Cook! I really hope that he will answer some of my questions. Who am I kidding? He will never notice. I mean, there will be over 200 fansies on this call. No chance. Right?

I'm a ball of anxiety as I see the chat start to explode with excitement as I hear a high pitched voice ring out.

"Hey guys! How are you doing? I hope everyone is well! I'm super excited to be doing this!" Ben's face appears on my screen and I can't help but smile. He seems so sweet and I can't believe that he might be able to see my goofy ass smiling back at him.

The Broadway Chat people start talking about how this is going to work and I can't help but zone out focusing on Ben's adorable face. I decide to read some of the chat as they are getting ready to get started. 

I pull up the chat and notice that there is a private message to me from someone. But just as I am about to read this I hear my name being called by the Broadway Chat people.

I pull my head out of my ass and unmute, mentally preparing myself to talk to Ben, using time that I don't have.

"Hi Ben! So my question doesn't really have anything to do with Broadway or Newsies, but this question is very serious. Is a hotdog a sandwich?" I ramble out, not really aware of my tongue or what I am saying.

I hear him laugh and his smile lights up the screen. I can't help but smile right along with him, glad that he enjoys my weird sense of humor.

"This has got to be my favorite question ever. I would have to say that a hotdog is not a sandwich because it technically isn't between two pieces of bread considering the bun is connected together." He answers and I could have sworn that he was staring right at me, as if there was no screen in between us.

I mumble a quick thank you and go check the chat to see who private messaged me.

As I am scrolling back up through what feels like thousands of messages, a notification pops up from my best friend, Y/BFF'S/N.

Y/BFF'S/N

holy shit! you just got to talk to Ben Cook!! also, what in the hell was that question about?

Hey, he enjoyed it. I was nervous and it just came tumbling out like word vomit.

 Anyway, I got a private chat message and I don't know who it is from. Any ideas who it might be? 

lol. maybe it's a secret admirer.

Sure, Y/BFF'S/N. It's more likely that Ben Cook himself texted me.

well then, i guess you better check.

Read at 7:55 pm

I sigh, before opening the list of people on the call, and scrolling down until I see a little notification beside one of the names. I click on it, not reading who it is from before I finally get to read the message from the person.

Holy shit. There must be some type of mistake. 

Ben Cook private messaged me?!?

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Author's Note
Thanks for reading and I will most likely be making a version from Ben's POV. Please comment if you have any requests.
Peace! ✌️
MacKenna 💗