The Ticket!
This was a new experience.
After a successful stream, and thanks to yvwwy, his number one fan who dropped 1,000 bits, he could finally afford a ticket to see his favorite artist.
TWICE.
He'd been hustling for months, streaming nonstop just to secure a VIP spot at the concert.
"Fuck!" Zion sighed, sinking deeper into the couch-bed of his dorm. "I gotta get those tickets. No matter what."
Determination flickered in his eyes as he pushed himself up and moved to his computer. The website was already open.
Time to get in line.
His fingers hovered for only a second before the sale went live.
Click.
Refresh.
Click.
His reflexes kicked in like muscle memory, fast and precise. No hesitation. No second-guessing.
And then—
Secured.
VIP. Meet and greet.
For a moment, Zion just stared at the screen, like his brain needed to catch up with reality.
"Holy shit... I did it!"
He shot up from his chair so fast it toppled backward with a loud clack against the floor.
"Momo, my beloved... here I come."
