His Dancer

Crowd Favorite

(Mark's POV) 

After taking my two week's rest, I was ready for work. That night, Jack told me I'd be the last to go. He also told me to pick out a name, so I could keep my identity secret. 

"Hmmm," I hummed. "Let me think." 

I went to Google Translate, seeing what I could come up with. I entered my YouTube name, Markiplier, and it came up as "Masulsa". Sounds cool... 

"Ya sure?" 
"Yeah," I sighed. "I just hope they don't realize it's me." 
"True... Just be careful. Ya could have some crazy fans out there." 
"I will; I know how to defend myself." 
"Alright... Go prepare fer yer time." 
"Okay." 

I decided to go with a "escapee" look, where I'd wear black pants, fake chains, and I would use the song I practiced to the other day. About an hour later, I heard Jack call me up to get ready. Luca would be reciting my stuff; introducing me. 

"Alright!" Luca smiled. "Now, we've got a new guy here for you tonight." 

I heard the crowd murmur for a few seconds. 

"From our standards, he's absolutely amazing," he continued. "And some may know him already just by his looks, but I won't say his real name... Welcome to the stage... Masulsa!!" 

The curtains opened and I began my routine as the music started... 

(Jack's POV) 

I watched from tha' crowd and saw Mark do his routine he's been practicin'. It was absolutely jawdroppin'. He was becomin' tha' crowd favorite, and fast. 
Several people were whistlin', others were clappin'. It was a few minutes until he finished his routine and went backstage. He had raked up some major money durin' that dance. The stage was almost covered. I wanted to go congratulate him on his first dance. 

(Mark's POV) 

I was so tired after that performance. It had also taken me a minute after the lights went of to gather up the money onstage. Just I was taking off the fake chains, Jack came backstage. 

"That was fookin' fantastic," he smiled. "Ya rocked it out there." 
"That's an understatement," Greyson grinned, coming over. "You knocked their socks off." 
"Thanks, and here's the money, Jack." 
"No, no. That's yours tuh' keep. Any money anyone makes, they keep." 
"Then how do you...?" 
"I perform as well."
"You do?" 
"Yeah. I only come out on Fridays through tha' weekend." 
"Ah... So, I work all week?" 
"Well, weekdays, yes. Me, Greyson, Mia, Luca, and Milo have weekends." 
"Oh. Okay." 
"But do ya have any other routines besides that one?" 
"Of course. You told me to have three ready, in case." 
"Well, they're askin' fer an encore." 
"It may be Thursday, but I was hoping you'd bend your schedule this once..." 
"Oh, yer wantin' tuh' do tha' special dance. But no... that's fer tomorrow." 

Jack walked away and I just stood there, watching him leave. 

"What did he mean, special dance," Greyson smirked. 
"We'll be doing one together tomorrow," I reply. "But that's as far as I'm telling you." 
"Okay. I can't wait to see it." 

However, I went and did my encore, using my second best routine, which scraped up even more money. Soon enough, I could get new recording equipment, since more than likely, Ace burned all mine. 
By the end of the night, I ended up making a little over seven hundred dollars. That was good for my first night. 

"Dude, you made over 700," Luca gasped. "My highest was only four!" 
"I dunno," I reply. "It feels wrong keeping this all... I'm used to sharing with a friend or two, like a group thing." 
"Well, get used to it," Julie sighed. "Jack won't take any of it, ever. He tells us it was our hard work, not his." 
"Alright... I'll see you guys back home. Jack and I are gonna stay a bit longer and then go out." 
"Okay! Have fun and take pictures for us when you guys start your date!" 
"I will, Julie..." 

She was a picture-holic. She loved cute photos of couples, and lately, she's been begging me to take pictures of me and Jack. I love Julie; she's like a sister to me. We're all like family now. But... I had a bad feeling about tonight and I didn't know why. 

"Don't fret, babe," Jack smiled at me. "Nothing will happen while I'm here, alright?" 

I smiled at him for a second, then went up to the bar to get something to drink. No, I wasn't getting alcohol, but a Coca-Cola, since they carried it. I was exhausted and water wasn't cutting it at this point. 

"Well, well, well... I didn't expect to see you here..." 

I tensed up and almost spit out my Coke. It couldn't be...