SuperStar!

A car was zooming off in the LA night. Sam Greene was seated at the back of the vehicle. She said grumpily, "I can't believe you guys wasted so much time. Now we are late to the concert! If I miss the opening song, I promise I won't forgive you people," she said, talking to the superstar actor and actress seated in front, one of whom was her own client.

Tom just laughed and said in his British accent, "Don't worry, Sam, we're almost there. And once again, sorry for the delay. It was all Z's fault. Guess the nap worked—she wasn't anywhere near being tired," he said, earning a punch from Zendaya, who was beside him. He just laughed it off.

When they finally got to the concert area, a "Wow" escaped Zendaya's lips. She was a mega-star with millions of fans, but what she saw was insane. Thousands and thousands of people crowded the area. Looking ahead, she even spotted cops trying to direct traffic, though they had failed miserably. Cars couldn't move. Tom looked at both ladies and asked, "Hey, so what should we do? Should we just park the car somewhere and walk it?"

Sam, defensive, said, "'Cause it's your car, right?" Zendaya added, "No problem, Sam, if you're willing to hear Ethan's first few songs in the car."

Sam groaned, then said, "Just Park it there," pointing to the front of a small diner with some vacant space.

After parking and paying 200 dollars for parking, Zendaya and Tom covered their faces to avoid being recognized by the mob. Zendaya wrapped a scarf around her face, while Tom wore an oversized black hoodie and glasses. Sam, watching them, said, "I really don't envy you guys sometimes."

They started walking, with Tom holding Zendaya's hand. Soon, they stopped because there were too many people. Tom looked at them and said, "We can't go through here. It's too much. Isn't there a VIP passage or something?"

Sam replied, "Yeah, it should be over here. Last year, we came for the U2 concert. The passage should be around here," she said, leading them to the side. They reached a less crowded area, though some fans were still around.

Posters of Ethan Jones were everywhere. T-shirts and merchandise stalls lined the path. Ignoring all of that, they followed Sam to a place where two bodyguards stood behind a red velvet rope. The guards stood at attention as the trio approached, passing by fans shouting the most outrageous things.

"Hey, dude, seriously! Let me and my girl in. I'm Ethan's manager. I just went out for something real quick and left my ID card," one guy said. Another chimed in, "I'm Ethan's wife! Please let me in. Ethan can't perform if he doesn't see me first." Someone else shouted, "Hey, dude, I'm a Nigerian prince from Lagos! If you let me in, I'll give you five thousand dollars!"

Tom shook his head, amused, and followed Sam to the front. One of the guards stopped someone else, saying in a thick voice, "Ticket, please."

The person—a stunning girl in a tight, sparkling gold dress that hugged her curves—smiled sweetly as she handed over her ticket. The guard scanned it briefly and handed it back, saying, "That's a regular ticket. You'll need to go to the other side." The girl pouted, "That place is so crowded! Hey, what say you let me in, and I'll make it worth your while?"

The guard didn't blink. "Ma'am, please, I'd ask you to leave."

After she walked off dejectedly, it was Sam's turn. The guard said, "Ticket, please." Sam showed her VIP access, given to Zendaya by the producers. After scanning it, the guard nodded to his partner, who opened the rope, saying, "Enjoy the show, ma'am."

Then it was Zendaya's turn. She handed over her ticket, and after scanning, they said, "Have a great time, ma'am." But as Zendaya tried to go in, still holding Tom's hand, the guard blocked him. "Only the lady, sir. Your ticket?"

Zendaya paused, not letting go of Tom's hand. Tom smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I don't have a ticket."

The guard's tone turned firm. "Then I'm sorry, sir, but you can't enter."

By now, Zendaya and Tom stood there awkwardly. Sam, who had gone ahead, called out, "What's taking so long? Let's go! The concert's about to start."

Zendaya replied, "They won't let Tom in."

Sam groaned, "For goodness' sake," and stepped back out, pushing past the rope. She flew into action, saying, "Men, this is Tom Holland." She yanked down his hoodie and removed his glasses.

"Hey!" Tom shouted in protest.

A fan screamed, "Ahhh, that's Tom Holland! Spider-Man!" earning the attention of the surrounding fans. Another yelled, "Wait! He's holding that girl's hand! You don't think…" A third shouted, "It's Zendaya!"

The crowd began closing in, some snapping pictures already. The guards quickly waved them through, one saying, "Enjoy the show, Spider-Man."

Tom, grinning, nodded in thanks as they entered. Passing backstage, they saw staff running around. Tom spotted someone and grabbed his arm. The man, initially annoyed, turned and, upon recognizing him, smiled. "Spider-Man!"

"Yeah, that's me," Tom said. "Sorry to disturb, but where are the seats?"

The man snapped out of his shock. "Oh, sorry about that! Actually, the show's starting now. VIP guests have been taken to their seats. Let me lead you."

As they walked down a hallway, the man turned to Tom and said, "Mr. Holland, I'm a big Marvel fan. Spider-Man is my favorite hero. It's a massive honor meeting you here. And you, Miss Zendaya, your portrayal of MJ was brilliant."

Tom and Zendaya smiled, saying, "Thank you."

Sam impatiently asked, "The show's about to start. Where are the seats?"

"Just up ahead," the man said, leading them to an exclusive section separated from the main stadium. It was a luxurious area, elevated above the general audience.

Tom looked at the massive crowd and said, "Damn, that's a lot of heads."

Zendaya added, "You can say that again."

The man explained, "The stadium normally holds 77,500, but for this tour, extra seats were added upfront, bringing it to 80,000. All seats sold out."

Sam screeched, "This is going to be so awesome!"

The man finally showed them their seats. "Here you are. Enjoy the show. It was a treat meeting you both," he said before leaving with a signed autograph.

After signing, Tom looked around, and once again, he was taken aback. The night was star-studded, with a plethora of celebrities occupying the booth section. His eyes scanned the area, spotting John Cena, Chris Hemsworth, and several artists, including Selena Gomez, Diddy, and Bad Bunny. Among them were sports stars like Luka Dončić and even European footballers, with Paul Pogba catching his eye. Tom, who was well-versed in football, couldn't help but marvel at the gathering.

As he continued to take in the scene, Sam nudged Zendaya and said, "Hey, over there! That's the Euphoria cast. Let's go. Zendaya, it'd be great PR for you to be seen with them."

Zendaya turned to Tom with a smile and said, "Hey, babe, let's go."

Tom simply nodded, letting her lead the way. When they arrived at the group, the entire Euphoria cast greeted them warmly.

Hunter Schafer grinned and said, "Zendaya! Glad you made it—I thought you weren't coming. And... you brought your boyfriend," she added, giggling toward the end.

"Hey, guys, nice to see you all again," Tom said, returning their greetings.

The group chatted amiably, but Tom's attention was drawn elsewhere. His gaze fixed on Jacob Elordi—Zendaya's co-star and former boyfriend. Despite the lively conversation around him, Tom found it hard to look away, a tinge of unease creeping in.

Suddenly, the entire venue plunged into darkness. Tom blinked and looked around as murmurs and cheers filled the air. A single spotlight illuminated the main stage near the VIP area.

And there, standing at the center of the light, was the man of the hour—the reason over 80,000 people had gathered tonight. the definition of HIM, one of the hottest sensation in music today the seven-time grammy nominee Ethan Jones.

His face appeared on the massive screens surrounding the arena, and the crowd erupted into deafening screams.

Ethan's lips curled into a confident smile as he brought the mic to his lips. "LA, are you ready to party?" he asked, his voice reverberating through the venue.

The crowd's roar grew louder, the entire arena seeming to shake under the weight of their excitement.

" LA today i am going to" The lights flickered back on, and Ethan scanned the audience before locking his gaze on the VIP section. He paused mid-sentence, leaned slightly forward, and said, "Wait... is that Spider-Man?"

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