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It was a lazy & cloudy afternoon, pale blue skies that are mostly hidden by the misty grey clouds, no sunlight in sight.
Froste was in his college dorm, still wearing his brown pajamas with a small coffee stain by his shoulder.
As he brewed himself another cup of coffee, he plugged his wired headphones into his phone and started to doomscroll on TikTok.
Classes were out for the next week due to holidays, but he needed the break to catch up on sleep.
The coffee machine beeped to signal that the coffee had been brewed. He grabbed his hot, white, porcelain mug and headed back to his room to start streaming at his expensive set up.
Froste liked streaming, it was a secret hobby of his that he hasn't shown his friends yet. Coffee mug in one hand, phone in his other,
he set them down on the solid wood desk, that was before a text message flashed in Froste’s eyes.
It was from his best friend Deny, they have known each other since freshman year of high school. He reopened his phone and stared at it flatly.
“FROSTE. FROSTE. FROSTE.” - Deny spammed.
“Holy spammer, did your cow start flying or something?” - Froste texted back.
“Even better, do you know Classy Shalomov?” - Deny asked.
“You mean that singer?” - Froste texted, knowing that he is in the top 0.003% of listeners on Spotify.
“No need to be mean, but did you know he is coming to Los Angeles??” - Deny texted rapidly.
“Obviously, everyone and their mothers should know that.” - Froste replied.
“I got two tickets. One for me, and one for you.” - Deny texted.
Froste was in shock, he knew that Deny would do crazy stuff like that sometimes, but he never was a huge fan of Classy’s music.
“Do you expect me to go?” - Froste asked, he hates concerts and would rather stay home.
“YES. YOU ARE COMING WITH ME WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT FROSTE.” - Deny texted.
“Man, I hate concerts.” - Froste replied.
“I see you stalking his page all the time, you will be fine.” - Deny texted casually.
Froste thought he was being slick and unnoticeable but I guess he wasn’t as sneaky as he thought he was. Froste leaves Deny on read and places his phone down.
“Oh my god, doesn’t this cow know I hate concerts?” - He thought to himself.
He never liked concerts, they were loud and crowded with overly drunk people singing along off-key. He liked the sound of being drunk, but his friend wouldn't let him even grab one drink.
Froste turned on his streaming set up and began to stream.
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“Alright guys, that's all for today, don’t forget to follow my twitch account! Peace.” - He said as he turned off his camera.
“Gosh, it’s been five hours, it's already seven pm, I should probably order something to eat before I starve myself.” - Froste said out loud, but not loud enough to be heard by his roommates he barely knows.
He grabbed his phone to doordash his favourite fast food restaurant, KFC to chow down on. He ordered it right to his dorm, hoping his roommates wouldn’t eat any of it.
Once it was ordered he laid down in his uncomfortable bed that felt like home and went onto TikTok again. The first video that popped up was of Classy, promoting his tour in America. The concert was in fact, tomorrow at six pm.
Froste couldn't help but stare at his lips on the screen, light red & smooth. He blushed and eventually looked like a bright red tomato. His eyes wandered all around Classy, his body language, even his voice. He didn’t know what to do.
“Aint no way am I going to fangirl over a singer.” - He said while tossing his phone away from him smoothly.
The doorbell rang and he rushed to grab his food before anyone else could’ve grabbed it. He couldn’t stop thinking about Classy, even while he was dreaming.