Blackmailed ( Martin Garrix Fanfiction )

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I never understood what it meant to lose yourself. I always thought it didn't really mean anything and that people only said that whenever they were having a blast. Now that I see it from another angle, I get it. The thousands of people in front of me were all united all because of one thing, my music. I felt like I was part of the crowd, like I was having as much fun as they were. I had lost notion of time, it felt like everything was slow motion. I never knew I had the ability to unite such a big crowd by combining sounds together and playing it extremely loud.
By then I realized that I had lost myself in my own music.
The feeling it gives me, to stand in front of all these people, sharing with them what you're most passionate about, sharing your love for music, is absolutely insane. It's ecstatically insane.

Before I knew it, the clock indicated 00:00, which meant it was Martin's turn.

It still was unbelievable. All those years I've spent creating music for myself in my basement, playing at a reasonable volume not to annoy my family with my noise. All those years I've spent wishing I could feel something like this. It went beyond my expectations and I still had the feeling of the rush of adrenaline it gave me to perform on stage.
It was only one song, but it changed my perspective on music. It's magical, you could say.

"Thank you so much for making my dream reality, you guys are awesome," I spoke through the microphone, still not believing what I had just done.


Once I was done thanking the crowd, I ran off the stage to get backstage where Martin was and as soon as I saw him I jumped in his arm, almost crying tears of joy for like the 5th time this week.
"Did you see that? I've never had so much fun!" I exclaimed joyfully, as my arms were wrapped around his neck, hugging him.

I suddenly felt awkward for literally jumping on him and hugging him that tightly and decided to let go.

"Yeah! You were awesome," he replied, grinning, with that adorable accent of his.
"I can't believe you get to do this almost every day!"
"Maybe you eventually will, you know?" he said, slightly smirking.
"I hope so," I replied, smiling widely.

Before he could say anything else, I heard the voice coming from the stage calling his name. It was his turn, for the second time, and once again I felt the excitement take over as the crowd began screaming.


Martin smiled at me and turned around, heading towards the stage.
"Oh, and Mel?" he asked, as he stopped walking.
"Hm?" I asked, smiling.

"You better be in one of the first rows, I'll look for you,"
I playfully rolled my eyes, "I'll be there, don't worry,"
"Perfect," he said, smiling, finally getting on the stage.



I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and grabbed it, noticing I had a text from my sister. Well, this should be interesting, she rarely texts me? As soon as I read it, I had to restrain myself from bursting out laughing.
-Mel, what the heck are you doing here? And more importantly, how did you get on stage? I'm soooooo telling mom!

She's 19 people.

I didn't bother replying to her, and started to make my way through the crowd as Martin spoke through the microphone. I was so ready for this, and once I finally had a good spot, I looked up to see Martin.
It was really hard getting where I am right now, I had to push people and fangirls who were freaking out because Martin was on stage, and so many people were there it was extremely hard to pass through. The temperature was much different too. As soon as I made contact with the huge crowd, the temperature went from something like 20 °C to something like 40°C in a matter of seconds. I'm exaggerating, but you get the point.

As soon as the music started, the indescribable feeling from earlier came back. Being part of the crowd was different than being up there in front of it, but both of them were equally thrilling. Both of them gave such a weird, yet incredible feeling, one you need to experience at least once. It was almost as if I couldn't get enough of it, I was already addicted and it was my first music festival ever. I never would've thought that it would be anything like it. I kept looking around and it made me forget that there are problems in this world, that terrible things happen sometimes. Everyone was smiling, with a genuine smile. It wasn't one of those fake smiles you don't always notice.

It was a real one.

I've said it all before, but I'll say it again. I don't have the words to describe what went through my mind when I performed on stage and what goes through my mind right now, and I still haven't found the right ones yet. I couldn't do justice to this intensity of this emotion even if I tried my best to use proper words to describe it. Unreal is the only word that comes up.


Time went by way too fast, I checked my phone and it was already 12:03, and Martin only had 2 minutes left. The crowd was going crazy, and so was I. I was filled with this feeling of pure bliss.

At the last minute, fireworks exploded in the night sky, lighting it up with bright colours as the sounds of his last track faded. It was magical, I looked up to see the fireworks still exploding and couldn't help but smile to myself.
 



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"I know right?"
I heard Martin's voice as I was trying to find him after he was done with his show.

"There you are!" he happily yelled as soon as I turned the corner, bumping into him, "So, how was it?"
"Insane," I exclaimed blissfuly, "I don't have the words to describe it, you're flawless,"

He suddenly looked at me, amused, and I suddenly realized what was wrong with what I had just said.

"I-I mean, it was flawless," I blushed, mentally rolling my eyes at myself.

"Right," he teased, making me giggle.

My smile suddenly turned into a frown as I realized that I only had 6 hours left here, and that I'd never seen Martin again, and that he wouldn't remember me and that everything would be back to normal before I knew it.

"Wha- What's wrong?" he asked, noticing my sudden change of attitude.

"I'm leaving tomorrow morning, I don't want to, I mean, we'll probably never see each other again and-

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, you probably won't remember me after I leave, I'm just another fan, aren't I," I cringed at how I sounded like I was fishing for compliments, but I was saying the truth, and he knew it.

"How could I forget you? We got stuck in an elevator together," he replied, bringing a smile to my face, "And for the record, you're so not just another fan,"

"Oh really, and why is that?"

"You're special,"


"Prove it then,"

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this one sucked! sorry! it's a filler :(