Selena got into the car and we didn't drive more than a mile before traffic started to build up. There were so many different kinds of license plates that I have never seen like from Hawaii and Alaska. I don't even know how you get a car across an ocean like that.
  I felt so lucky that he was coming to my city so that I didn't have to drive 100 miles to get there. We finally reached the parking lot but since it was a charity event they were charging 1 dollar an hour. We were directed to this parking lot behind an old abandoned gas station next to the building was 3 portapotties lined up in a row.
  I wondered why they were so far away from the event. We walked to the event and there were at least 3000 people standing, waiting to meet mark.
  When it reached the time to open all hell broke loose. Barricades were thrown everywhere, people were running everywhere, screaming at the top of their lungs. I didn't know why but then I heard someone yell "where's markiplier?!?!".
  Then I knew he wasn't there. Selena's face was flushed. Ghost white. I asked what was wrong but she just looked around. All she said was... "I did something wrong".