Mom, can I borrow some money?"

"What happened to your salary you earn from a part-time job?" She asked knowing too well what the answer would be.

"I spent it on VICTOR photo cards," I mumbled ready to get scolded.

She sighed and pulled out some money from her wallet and gave it to me. Don't curse me yet, my mom is rich from her brand of clothing but she hates that I waste my money on VICTOR merchandise. It's not like I will meet them in real life or attend a concert. They lived too far, the least I could do is so collect some merchandise.

"I want it back as soon as you get the salary. What is it for this time?"

"A new Album came out," I told her before running away to the safety of my room.

As soon as I ordered the new album, I called my friend.

"Did you order?"I asked and her shriek over the phone confirmed that she did.

"Have you seen the freaking promo of the new MV?" My friend, Maddie asked.

"Yes, for a billion times maybe." And after that, we discussed the song and album for another fifteen minutes.

"I am putting up my collage today, you want to come and see it?" I asked her and she immediately agreed.

"Tomorrow after school I will drop by your place first." She said and after deciding next day's plans we hung up.

My room was filled with VICTOR posters. In case you live in a cave, VICTOR is the hottest band of the century. Comprised of five super talented handsome guys it is my favourite band in the world.

But unfortunately, I have never been to their concert or fan meetings or seen them up close. I have been their loyal fans since they debuted and also pulled many of my classmates in their fandom.

The band consisted of five members: Zaidan, Brent, Michelle, Ross and Skyler. Brent was the leader of the band and the oldest, 23 years old followed by my ultimate bias, Zaidan, 22 years old and then Michelle , 20 and finally Ross and Skyler, 19 and 18 respectively.

All seem eligible to me since I was eighteen and last year of school. Besides that, I was working as a part time intern for a magazine as a photographer. I lived alone with my mother who separated from my father when I was six and ever since I have not met my dad. He lived in Canada, the country where VICTOR came from while my Mom and I lived in Florida.

My dad called me once in a while, like my birthdays or new year or some occasion but he never came to meet me. And my mother didn't send me to meet him either. She said he went because there was something more important than us. I don't remember what happened all those years ago but I remember when he left. I cried for almost a week.

But now we don't talk much or rather not at all.

So it was a big shocker when he called later that evening.

Maddie was helping me decide where to put up the poster and we were dancing to the songs of VICTOR when a familiar number flashed on my phone. And even though I could pick up the call myself I ran to my mother for a solution.

"Dad is calling," I said with anxiousness and my mother shook my head at my reaction.

"So pick it up Zenna." My mother called me with my full name.

I gulped and answered the phone worried for no reason.

"Hey, Dad," I said in a small voice.

"Hi, Miss Bray. This is Clayton, your father's friend. He has been in an accident and he is in the hospital. He wants to talk to you." As soon as he said the words my head started spinning, a nausea building inside me.

I didn't realise but my legs lost energy and I fell on the ground.

"Honey!" Mom yelled and took over the phone from me.

I started crying and hyperventilating. Even though we didn't talk but he was my father after all.

Maddie hugged me and didn't ask me any questions.

After a while, my Mom returned with a tear-streaked face and said, "He is fine Zee, I talked to him. He has fractured a leg and few ribs. But he is fine. He wants to talk to you." She gave me the phone and I composed myself before muttering a word.

"Dad," I said and started crying again.

"I am fine Zee. I need your help dear." He sounded businesslike even now.

"O-okay." I sniffled.

"Clayton is booking your tickets right now. I know you are on holiday right now and I am in a fix. Only you can help." He didn't even sound like he was requesting, he was ordering me.

But then again I was not the kind to refuse people for help and this was my own father.

"Did you tell Mom about this?" I asked.

"She is fine with it. Clayton will pick you up from the airport. He will be there with a sign so don't worry. I am sure you can travel alone on the plane." He was talking to me like I was a client.

"Yes. I can manage but are you really fine?" I asked still worried.

Fractured ribs and legs meant he had a big accident.

He sighed at my question, "I am fine Zenna and I miss you. Almost dying made me realise that you are still the best thing that happened to me."

This was the most humane and wonderful I have heard from me stoic business like father and I felt my eyes watering again.

"I will be there dad," I assured him softly and he mumbled a thank you.

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In all the commotion I realised when I saw my ticket that I was going to the place where VICTOR lived and had all the concerts. But then again I couldn't afford to attend a concert right then. I had to take a leave from my job as well so it will be even more impossible.

But I had to at least try and take a trip to their agency building and see them walking out. Even know I didn't want to sound selfish and all but if I came to Canada I would not leave without seeing my favourite band at least once after my dad will be fine and all.

Maddie hyped me even more and asked me to turn full stalker since this was once in a lifetime chance but I had no idea what kind of help my dad wanted and how monetary stable he was. I can't just go there and trouble him even more.

I slept most of the time on my flight and I realised I was not even a least bit scared even though it was my first flight. As soon as I got down my legs were almost numb and I felt tired. For some reason I was nervous and I combed my fingers through my wavy brown hair. I was in comfortable jeans and sweatshirt combo and I wondered if some collegiate looking man came to pick me up.

Was my father rich? I never asked what he did. I was never interested but now I was. Was he in some trouble with evil guys and they planned the accident.

Or maybe I was watching too many dramas.

I saw a man in late twenties holding a board with my name and he was wearing a suit. I cursed mentally thinking I was underdressed.

"Clayton Ross?" I asked softly.

I was totally shy when it came to strangers.

"Zenna Bray it's great to finally meet you." He extended his hand for a formal handshake.

"How is dad?" I asked the first question in my hand.

"Eager to meet you." And he took all the luggage from me.

"I can handle this," I said trying to as curt as possible but he just smiled and carried my stuff.

The luxurious car outside worried me even more.

"Where are we going?" I asked assuming that Dad was still in the hospital.

It has been two days since I talked to him last.

"Office. Sir wants to meet you there before matter leaves our hand."

"How is he in office? Isn't he fractured and all?" I said rather angry which was unlike me.

I do not get easily. I am the most tolerant person you will ever meet.

"He is on a wheelchair and his job is in a dilemma so he is covering his post right now."

My dad really loved his job.

I didn't utter a word through the drive because I was too busy admiring the city I was in, Quebec. It was beautiful. I was in awe of the place. The buildings didn't seem tall and technical in like in my area rather it had more of a historical aura and I loved that kind of thing.

Besides that, there were tour buses with VICTOR posters on making me realise I was actually this close to me dream band.

Just for the sake of fandom I did save the agencies address in my GPS and opened up to check how far I was from them. Shock hit me and I was alert when I realised that we were only five minutes away. And as GPS indicated that we were getting closer my eyes looked outside like a hawk. I have to see the building and maybe VICTOR somewhere nearby if I was lucky enough.

Suddenly the car stopped and GPS indicated we were at the Entertainment King center, an agency that represented VICTOR.

I coughed and asked Clayton, "Why are we here?"

This was a freaking dream.

"Your dad works here Ms. Bray." He said with a weird look like I was mentally challenged.

"My dad works at Entertainment Kings?" I asked just to be sure this was the right place.

"Yes." And Clayton opened the door for me.

I stepped out and looked at the beautiful building in front of me and inhaled sharply.

What the hell is happening now? My dad worked in the same company as my favourite band?

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