"We have to hurry! I want to get there early so we can get up close."
You and your best friend are rushing to get ready for the Chase Atlantic concert you have been dying to see forever.
"I really wish the VIP tickets weren't sold out." you say. "I wanted to meet them so f'ing bad."
"I know but we'll probably have so many more chances." (F/n) says.
You put on a black bodysuit with a miniskirt and thigh high boots and head on our way.
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You arrive at the concert and have an amazing time. Mitchel killed it on stage, Christian sang like a god, and you couldn't take your eyes off Clinton while he was shirtless playing his sax.
(F/n) got a little too drunk, so you had to carry her out of the venue. Luckily you didn't drink that much because you have to drive home.
You carry (F/n) back to the lot but you let out a scream when your car is gone. You look around and it literally is nowhere to be seen.
You walk over to a curb and sit down with your friend to compose yourself. She realizes what is going on and starts crying. You look at your phone to see if you can order an Uber, but your phone is at 3%. Everything was in there. Your charger, extra clothes, wallet, everything. You start crying.
A loud noise startles you. You realize you are near the production tent, and it's Mitchel chasing Jesse towards the tent.
Normally you would be thrilled to meet him but you don't want him to see you like this. However, he sees both of you crying and comes and sits next to you.
"What's wrong?" he asks. He notices (F/n) is drunk.
You shake your head. "Our car got stolen." You mumble.
At that moment, your phone vibrates as it dies and turns off. You start to cry even more.
Mitchel picks you up and hugs you. "Come back to the bus, please. At least for the night." You both pick (F/n) up and walk back to the bus in silence.