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It the first week of June, signifying the very first week of summer for you and your friends. You didn't get out as much as you liked, due to being in school for most of your time— but this summer was your summer, like your friends assured you, and you weren't going to waste it being in books all day every day.
Your friend, Mira, always knew of your humongous crush you had on the R&B group, Blackstreet. Knowing that and being aware of the connections she had, the woman was able to pull strings and get VIP tickets to Houston's Jam Fest of 1997. It was taking place at your very own school, at the one of Texas' top HBCU, Texas Southern.
" You ready girl?" one of your friends asked as you all got ready at your apartment. You shrugged your shoulders, only imagining how this night was going go along. Your nerves were shaky as ever.
" Look, now ain't the time for you to be shy. It's time for you to get out your shell and live!" Mira added on, emphasizing the excitement that strayed throughout the room.
After another hour, you and your girls headed out for the concert. It took another entire hour for you all to get inside the concert, but once you all did it was easy for you guys to make way to VIP section.
You were at the forefront, watching some of the top notch artists of the 90s perform. Busta Rhymes, Maxwell, SWV... the place was full of black culture icons.
Your breath galloped as you witnessed Blackstreet step on the stage. They got in formation, allowing the astronomical applauds to pass them by. Your eyes were glued on the stage, watching the men in awe. The melodies of your favorite song— Before I Let You Go— started to play aloud.
You, your friends, and the crowd jammed out to the song, swaying along as it played. Your eyes continued to stay glued on the stage, watching the men do what they do best. Suddenly, the orbs of Mark Middleton landed right on you. He winked at you, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter.
He continuously kept doing so, as they performed a handful of songs. They ended off with their hit song, No Diggity. That had the crowd going wild, especially with Dre and Da Brat coming on the stage alongside them.
As they fled from the stage, a security guard came and issued for you and your friends to come backstage. Your friends went crazy, and you...you were just trying to maintain yourself. You were mentally screaming and cheering, astonished by what was happening.
" AHHH!!! Oh. My. Gosh." Mira yelled out, as they arrived backstage. There stood the men themselves, the men of Blackstreet. Your friends rushed all of the members, as they allowed with open arms.
You stood back shyly, not as bold as your friends. It wasn't until Mark Middleton approached you, having a gracious smile on his face.
" Your name is..."
" Y/N...th-th-that's my name." you stutter out, looking at the man in awe. " I can't believe I'm r-right here, in front of you. But y-you did such a great job out there. I've been watching and listening to your music since I was a young girl...I'm such a huge fan and I–"
" Aye, why don't we go in here and chat?" the man asked, referring to his dressing room. You took the man's hand without doubt, and he led you to his dressing room. It was amazing at how organized it looked.
" I can tell you're shy..." Mark said, leaning back on his sofa chair. " I know it's hard to believe, but I am too."
" Really?"
" Hell yeah. I've gotten over a lot of it though. You wanna know how?"
" How so?"
The man took your hand once more, pulling you closer to him. He heard as your breath staggered and smiled, glaring at your figure as his eyes traveled up and down.
" Lights. Camera. Action." the man whispered along your collarbone.
It wasn't long before you and Mark's lips met each other, and for a period of time you two made out right then and there in his dressing room. He had you hot, feeling like you were on top of the world. His lips felt like heaven, and he had you hooked on wanting more.
In fact, he was the one to pull away. He studied your face, realizing the expression on your face. He read your body with ease, and knew exactly what you wanted.
" Say, why don't we head out of here, and get to know each other better?"
Mark Middleton had you infatuated as ever, and every answer that floated from you didn't replicate denial. You had your guard down, and went with the night— starting your summer off better than you imagined.
