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concert | quackbur

"Welcome to the show, everyone! I hope you enjoy our performance, and please, sing along if you want to!"

A quick drumbeat started the first song, and the audience screams as they recognize the melody.

Guitar strums fill up the hall, lights shining left and right as they illuminated the band.

The crowd screamed in excitement, the many voices ready to contribute to the noise and atmosphere.

But let's be honest, most of them are'nt here for the whole band itself.

Rather, their main singer.

Wilbur Soot.

Chocolate brown hair. Warm brown eyes. A rough yet soothing voice.

No one could deny it. Not even me.

He's beautiful.

I think it would be an understatement to say that I have a small crush on the man.

What does it matter anyway? To him I'm just a face in the crowd. Just another fan.

Not someone he's close to. Not someone he knows.

Not his lover.

Not Quackity.

I'm pretty happy where I am though. I'm close to the stage, joyously screaming along to the lyrics like everyone else. So what if he'll never know who I am? I'm fine with being his fan. Just a normal dude. That's okay.

The song ends, and now comes the time for some fan interaction. Sometimes it's question and answer, sometimes it's a duet, and sometimes it's a game.

I would know. I've chased them all over the country to watch their shows. Hell, I probably know their schedule by heart.

The crowd suddenly reduces to pin-drop silence, waiting for the band to finish their silent discussion. Who would it be this time? Usually it's female, especially if it's a duet, which it should be this time, given that the past shows were either games or questions. That's because Wilbur's voice is pretty low, and he needs a higher voice to balance it out so that it sounds good, he's always had a good eye for-

"You. With the beanie that says.. LAFD? LAFD? Does that stand for something?"

Wait. What? I point to myself with a questioning glance, looking around to see if he meant anyone else with the same beanie as me, only to find the rest of the crowd staring at me.

Why would Wilbur Soot pick me?

I guess I must've looked pretty stupid staring blankly at him, because he snaps his fingers to get my attention. He smiles when I look up, hand outstretched in my direction.

"Yup, you! Come on up on stage! We're all waiting here!"

Holy shit. He actually chose me. Oh my god.

Wordless, I took his hand - I'm holding his hand! - and pulled myself onto the stage. He handed me a microphone as I dusted myself off.

"What's your name?" Lord, his smile was so radiant, it could replace the sun.

Hesitantly taking the microphone, I took a deep breath and took a good look at the audience before speaking. "Hello?" I winced at the slight feedback. Hearing my own voice on the speakers is undeniably weird.

"My.. my name is Quackity." I managed to utter out. Wilbur seemed satisfied and beamed at me. It took all of me not to instantly turn red. That would be.. very embarrassing.

"Well, hello Quackity! We're doing a duet today, if you don't mind. Before we start though, could I ask about your beanie? What does the LAFD stand for?"