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“ughhhhhh” he groaned “this bus is the most uncomfortable place to sleep” the tall man stretched out to almost his full height, practically hitting his blond head on the ceiling. The man’s name is Clay but to almost everyone he’s known as Dream, a singer songwriter and guitarist who’s currently on a tour through Europe.
“I don’t know what you expected you’re freakishly tall dude” his best friend, and basically a groupie for him, (he just hangs out and sometimes helps move stuff) said sitting on the couch in the front of the bus. They have been touring together for three years at this point and it had always been the same. Dream is too tall for the bus, they get to a venue, and the meet and greet after is full of girls who desperately wish they could go on just one date with him. Fans always assumed he was just straight, or at least bisexual. Dream and his friend, who’s name is Nick but due to an incident during the first tour everyone refers to him as sapnap, always make so many jokes about how many girls swoon over him. While he was attracted to women, he preferred men and seeing how many girls would come up to him and say how much they love him while he awkwardly stands there nodding is one of sapnap’s favorite things.
“how long till we get to the venue?” Dream asked flopping onto the couch grabbing a bag of chips as his brunch
“like ten minutes, you slept for so long.”
“oh damn, that is long” and with that they fell to silence for the rest of the ride. Every now and then sapnap would show some funny tweet or tiktok to dream. The bus slowly came to a stop and they heard the commotion of fans outside. If it were possible fans would line up weeks in advance to get spots closest to the stage. They were obsessed to say the least.
“ready for the mob?” sapnap said while collecting some of the items he takes into the venues with him, including plenty of snacks.
“never.” Dream giggled back, doing the same and opening the bus door. He was immediately hit with bright lights and a lot of fans shouting. He slung his guitar in its case around his shoulder and gave them a friendly smile and wave, incredibly aware of the cameras and how he was still in his pajamas. Once they made it into the venue and away from eyes. The manager showed them to their dressing room, well Dream’s, sapnap isn’t technically apart of the touring artist so he doesn’t get one. Dream quickly changed into one of his many concert outfits, black skinny jeans with some suspender like things hanging off his hips, plus a short sleeve sweatshirt which was as good as a crop top and this point.
“I’m going to wander around, see you in a bit” Dream said walking out of the dressing room. As he wandered around, he started thinking about tonight’s show. Especially the meet and greet after. He loved his fans, truly, but no one can put up with swooning forever. He really appreciates his fans and every now and then he would meet a very attractive fan, but after a few bad situations he had promised sapnap he won’t date fans anymore because he was so tired of dealing with a broken-hearted dream. While lost in his thoughts he ran into someone much shorter than him who was carrying some wires and lightbulbs. The smaller fell to the ground with a sound of discomfort.