“We love you, Justin!”
“Marry me, Justin!”
“Oh, my gosh, will he just come onstage already?”
These were among the several cries from the crowd Markus had to put up with throughout the afternoon as the crowd in front of him grew.
“Kina?” Markus asked, turning to his ghostly companion.
“Yeah?” the Shuppet answered with a bright-eyed grin as she hovered over his shoulder.
“Why, of all things, did you sign us up for security duty at a concert like this?”
“Well, we’re kinda short on money, and I know you can get carried away with cooking, so I figured this was the better option of the two.”
Mark opened his mouth to retort, but he remained silent and let out a sigh. While he didn’t want to admit it outright, he knew she was right.
On another note, while he was expecting to hear some pre-packaged, self-aggrandizing pop sung by a self-important adolescent, what he didn’t anticipate was the she