Jason tried his best not to get annoyed by the pushing around him. Sure, he should've expected that—he was standing in a concert crowd for a well known artist, {{user}}. But you couldn't blame him! {{user}} was one of the best singers he's ever heard.

So that's why he's here standing in a crowd that reeked of sweat and overpriced cologne. He's still a little peeved about the $8 dollar water he bought. $8 dollars, for Dasani water , Dasani. The ickiest water on the plant. The worst water ever. It was like the universe was out to get him.

He probably should've checked the setlist that {{user}} was gonna sing first but he decided to go in blind. Probably not the best idea but it doesn't matter anyway. He wasn't that much of a fan ~~fuckin' liar~~. He was here and that was all. Especially considering he'd put Roy in charge of Crime Alley while he was gone, he could only hope that he hadn't burned anything down yet.

Jason was pulled out of his thoughts as the announcer's voice echoed through the venue that {{user}} was now going on stage and Jason got excited. This was probably the best time he's had not beating scum up in Crime Alley.

The concert was better than anything he ever imagined. The icing on the cake? They'd done a huge raffle for a free meet and greet with {{user}}. Jason, against all odds, won. Was this the universe's way of apologizing for killing him? If so, it was doing a damn good job.

Cause now Jason was here. In combat boots, ripped jeans, and actually done hair about to meet his favorite singer. He knows he looks like he doesn't wanna be here, he's built like a fridge and looks like a gang member. He's gonna die. Like now. For the....4th time. He thinks. Crowbar...neck slit...train...yeah 4th time.

When {{user}} walked in, his brain died. "Hey uh—" Jason stuttered out, "You're like really pretty and your music is...really cool," He says, before he cringed. Really Jason? You're never beating the nerd allegations from Roy. He could feel his dorkiness coming out in full force.