The Superstar's Autograph
_Chapter Six

Credits to the right owners of videos and romanized chinese lyrics in this story.

-Bishounenhow111

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Inside the hummer my girlfriend and Lisa were screaming off the lyrics of the song they said will be sang by Yibo in the second day of his tour. Tonight, to be exact. Lisa was holding her phone in full volume rapping the words in correct rhythm with the artist that conveyed perfection. "Woo woo woo woo woo~ jiù bǎo chí wú gǎn, jiù bǎo chí wú gǎn~" I couldn't help to grin at my girlfriend who was trying to go along with her prodigious skill.

I lost count at how many days she was practicing this song.
"I don't understand why you fangirls do this activity before going to your idol concerts. Why is it that you have to learn their songs?"

Lisa flipped her hair with blonde color that didn't seemed to fade, "So we can sing with him, duh!"

My mouth went 'O'

"Yes, babe she's right. Did you know that this song was personally composed by Yibo? That's also the reason why we spent most of our time memorizing it." She kissed my cheeks and lifted her legs up in the passenger seat. "He's so talented..." She sighed dreamily.

"Totally precious to be cherished." My friend's stepsister bounced at the back. "Wow, I don't peg you to go to the second part of his concert, Xiao Zhan...but here you are. What a sympathetic and compassionate boyfriend!" She praised me but her voice didn't sound delighted.

I glared at her in the rearview mirror, she laughed.

"He is..." Zoey approved shyly. I raised one arm and caressed the side of her face with my hand.

"I love you, baby." I whispered and she returned it. You are in love, Xiao Zhan.

If I could turn back to my flat without feeling bad, I will. Who's the best boyfriend ever? Me. I should ask for my trophies and prizes for being the only person in this whole fucking galaxy who kissed another boy just to get what his lover wanted to acquire.

Lisa groaned loudly, "I won't say get a room because I have a concert to attend to. Don't ruin it."

Zoey flushed, "Shut up, Lisa."

I merely chuckled. Lisa's annoying attitude utterly annoy people. She was born that way. Tch. "Yeah, tell her baby."

She rolled her brown eyes and brought her attention to her phone. Lisa hummed the song forsaking my girlfriend's not-so-stupendous singing voice that blended with hers.

I took off the bends and curves of the highway until I pulled off to the jam-packed parking lot outside of the stadium. I got out and helped the two girls from my pickup truck. The cold wind plowed through my hair and pummeling my face. I tugged at the collar of my gray hoodie that was covered with red, yellow and blue checkered jacket, wrapping it tighter to my body. This was two-shirt weather alright. Brrr...COLD.

"Babe, your clothing again...Don't you feel cold?" I've been saying this like an old radio in repeat.

Zoey was wearing a denim short shorts cut-off, white fitted crop top and the classic black high-top Chuck Taylors. "No, you can always give me your jacket, right?" And my warm kisses too.

She handed Lisa her usual LED board with 'I LOVE YOU YIBO' on it adding to the girl's things, lightsticks and whatever inside her knapsack before hopping and throwing herself to me.

"Yes." I tapped the tip of her nose with my finger and buried my face to her neck, smelling her expensive perfume. I am so much in love with her...

"Let's go." She happily giggled, letting me go and held my hand. We walked to the far worse than yesterday massive lines. If there were two in the recent day, now its three and it started from the gate of the stadium to the entrance of the crowded yard that stretched out around the structure. Still, there were merch booths and kiosks, sleeping bags and unfolded tents. Obviously, Yibo's highly devoted old and new fans were determined to be a part of this show.

Zoey, Lisa and I stood on the line and waited for the steel door to open. The number of people who were present at this evening increased as time passed by.

I fought the urge to look at my phones digital clock and snap at my girlfriend because waiting was never in my vocabulary. I looked ahead, arms folded to my chest and tried to hide my irritated facial expression. And the girls who were gawking at me didn't lessen my anger either.

They mumbled at each other, "His girlfriend is so blessed. Look at his long legs and elegant hands..." My right eye twitched. Are they testing my patience?

Twenty minutes... I'm sleepy...

Thirty-two minutes...Zoey and Lisa were taking selfies...

Forty minutes...Why is it taking so long?

Fifty minutes...WHY DOES THE GODDAMN LINE DIDN'T MOVE?!

The portal to the stadium at last opened.

Thank you...

There were commotions and piercing noises around me caused generally by females caked with make-up. 'Babe, come on." I heard Zoey said, I was behind her, the superhero who will protect her from being crushed by other hyped fangirls.

The fans shoved me inside and pushed me with strong exertion. Even its frosty cold, sweat sprung out my forehead.

"Baby, are you okay?" Zoey quaked, turning to me. Maybe she felt my distressed.

"Yeah. For you." I kept on dragging myself forward from the sea of humans who compressed me.

"Fuckkk..." I was being sandwiched by ladies in their late twenties who were technically groping my butt. I am in the end of my sereneness tightrope and in any second I will blast and tear their heads off.

ARGHHH. MIND YOUR ACROBATTING PHEROMONES, WOMEN!!!

Zoey didn't notice it but I am praying she will. My held on her waist tightened.

I flashed a furious scornful stare at them who were inappropriately touching me and mouthed, "Fuck off."

Appreciatively they'd stopped as my girlfriend and I continued striding towards the personnel's who checked Lisa's bag and found one camera, they confiscated it. Yet I knew, she brought an extra. Zoey winked at me when the woman who inspected her didn't see her phone inside her shoe, in vertical position beside her ankle. After making sure our VIP tickets weren't fake, they placed wristbands to our wrist and we charged to where we watched last time, to the black iron barricades with eight-meter gap between the platforms. The production crew of this tour enhanced the enormous stage, it was divided into two sections. The dry and wet one. Wet in the sense that it has liquid in it, comparable to a man-made pool with the level of water that ended at one's feet. What is he planning to do?

Took his shirt off and bathed in front of his viewers?

Everyone was ecstatic, there were fanboys too, straight and not, chanting his name. LED boards and different sizes of banners were in everybody's hands. As the lights turned off, individuals in the place went ballistic, blaring with their high-pitched shout. "I'll nap, okay?" I tucked a lock of hair behind Zoey's ear.

"No wait, look..." I followed her line of view as it landed to him.

My breath hitched. Oh, holy shit...

The instrumental began with chaotic sound and his song began, truthfully his panting voice in the background parched  my throat.

Is it okay to go up and scoop water from the stage? Impossible. I drew my lower lip between my teeth.

Shades of blue lights illuminated to the collection of males clad in white, they were powerfully dancing and I saw someone in  the back, THIS WAS HIM at the center concealing himself with black cloak that reached to the ground. Sweltering hot, his hair has an extension with half-up and half-down hairstyle that highlighted his intimidating look in a cool way, he was the epitome of a gangster and pureblood vampire...Combined in one.

A Prince...No...A King in every fantasy book ever written in this helpless world...

Wu Gan/ No Sense roared in its finest, the sick beat delved my insides, he took off the cape, showing his clothes. He was wearing a sparkly coat with dark beads and white specks on its sleeves of snowflakes from a cotton cloth. The lower front pockets were designed the same. The side seam of his clothes, at the edges of where the arm hole and sleeve met, in the hem and cuffs, a white recycled fabric rope bordered it that portrayed courage, purity and toughness. His stylist harmonized his appearance with black inner shirt, pants, few fashion necklaces and black & white sneakers. He danced professionally, legs moving everywhere, every swag, sexy steps, every crotch grabbing scenarios and thrusting of pelvises, all devastatingly hooked my innocent eyeballs to infinity of not blinking or else I'll miss something.

Yibo, you just impregnated the air.

After minutes of bopping in his song, he seized the microphone and sang. Admirers sang along with him, waving their lighted sticks. The guy pronounced the words well while rapping, it was understandable. He was somewhat feeling everything he says. It somehow convinced me to listen. In the bridge of the track he trudge to the water. Unafraid to get soak. His back-up dancers and him splashed water around. Stomping and jumping, he was drenched.

No Sense finished but Yibo wasn't, he rode the red motorcycle that I never noticed before, pumped a fist and drove circling the arc walkway in front of his incalculable supporters, I don't know what he was throwing from his bike but whatever, maybe tranquilizers to relax and calm them. My girlfriend and Lisa were screaming like there was no tomorrow. Good luck to them if they'll end up with sore throat later. The way he gripped the Enduro bike's handlebars made me want to cry! I didn't know how to drive a motorcycle, last year I attempted to do it and I recklessly sent myself to the hospital and dad...God, talked about my father, he went back from his meeting with our most important business partner and waste the pact worth billion yuan because of his typical overreacting character.

"Wang Yibo!!"

"Wang Yibo!!!"

"WANG YIBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

The crowd was out of control as they cheered for him. They were giving him standing ovation, clapping their hands, some fainted to their friends arms from feeling too much enthusiasm. Desperate cries for him echoed. Each one of the onlookers were amazed and bewildered by Wang Yibo, the superstar.

He then climbed off from his trail bike and left the stage, without looking back, completing his fans night with this amazing performance. Yet again.

"Zoey, its eleven thirty, do you want me to take you home?" My girlfriend nodded, staring off space. We vacated the place with throng of pressed bodies and I struggled to produce a path out of the blur faces of obstreperous unfamiliar presence.

We were in the aisle adjoining the exit when Lisa paused our steps.

"Zoey! Zoey! Don't go, what Yibo threw away earlier were plushies shaped like tennis balls with his autograph on it!!! Autograph!!! Did you hear me?! Autograph!!! My classmate got one!!!" Lisa called my girlfriend. "She was selling it."

So now he is just going to give out his autographs without making a big deal about it? Like man, he threatened me the first time I asked for it, EVEN STOLE MY  KISS!

"Zhan, wait for me here. I'm going to buy that tennis ball! Kyaaahhh!" She eagerly departed with Jia Cheng's sister, leaving me alone.

Its fake news...He won't donate his autograph that easy...THAT MAN IS A CON!!! Grrrhhh...

I clucked my tongue and fled to the parking lot. I unlocked the door of my H2 and hoisted myself up but I was drawn back to the hard soil. I balanced myself not to trip.

Covering my eyes, a modulated voice demanded, "Guess who."

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Wrong grammars and errors, yes I'm sorry. I'll edit this soon.
Thank you for reading!

-Bishounenhow111