"The story of my life," I sang, letting the remaining note from my guitar hang in the air, gradually fading away. Smiling satisfied, I put my guitar down and looked back up to the camera, where the red light was on and the screen was facing me. "Thank you so much for watch this video, I post a video up every week, just give me a song to sing in the comment section below and I'll sing it. Until then though, I have to go, laters." With that, I got up and turned the camera off and I sighed in relief, collapsing in my bed. Yeah, I know I'm going to have to post that sooner or later.
Yep, if you haven't guessed, I am a YouTuber. And it was all my sister's fault. She decided to post a video of me singing on her Twitter page where she has 1,000 followers, I don't know how she managed that, but it got huge hits. It was retweeted and liked and before I knew it, BAM, I have my sister begging me to make a YouTube account. I dropped the idea at first, since I'm afraid of public speaking, ironic with my job now. I'm perfectly fine with singing in front of a camera and posting it online or something, I'm totally cool with that, it's only until I actually sing in front of people. That's when I normally freak out.
Either way, I'm perfectly fine with singing to the people on YouTube and people who have access to it, but I'm not overly popular. I'm not like Tyler Oakley, Jenna Marbles, SMOSH, or any of them. I'm totally okay with that. I'd rather have the reasonable amount of fans instead of God only knows how many all of them have. I love my subscribers and my followers on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram. I don't like being a pushover. It's fun for me. It's like a little hobby.
I probably sat there for about five minutes before I reluctantly moved, missing the comfortable feeling already. Finally, I sauntered over to my camera and began looking through the video to see what needs to be edited a bit. The first thing I needed to do was the lighting, I just need to darken it a bit, it's a little to bright. And I normally get rid of me turning the camera on and off, but other than that, the video went over without a hitch.
Quickly heading over to my computer, I plugged my camera into the computer and got to work, finishing in less than 10 minutes. I am so happy I have enough experience with video editing that I can practically zip through it. It didn't take long for me to put the video on YouTube, and I logged out. Not a few seconds later, I got a notification from my phone. Checking it, I realized it was my friend from the restaurant, Chole, asking me where I was. I nearly facepalmed when I realized that I have to be in work in 30 minutes.
Grabbing my black tee-shirt and jeans, I quickly changed and put my hair up in a ponytail. I do make money off of being a YouTuber, that's one of the things I'm grateful about. Yet, I'm not paid as much. Believe it or not, YouTuber's are paid, but it's not that much. Most of the money I have saved in my savings account is money from my grandparents, who handed about half of the money to me and the other half to my sister. It worked out well, but I still work my butt off to pay for my flat. Don't get me wrong, in some cases, I struggle, but I pull through. So I work at a local restaurant as a waitress to help pay the rest off.
Texting my friend saying I'll be there in five minutes, I quickly grabbed my phone, purse, and keys before leaving the house, the spring air nipping at my skin a bit. At least it's not raining. If it was raining, I would not be a happy camper. Going into my car and slipping the sweatshirt on that I left in there, I started the engine and pulled away from my home, and drove to work.
I'll check my YouTube account notices later. Maybe one day, I'll become big from being a YouTuber, and maybe the hobby would become an actual job. Maybe I'll get over my stage-fright completely. For now, I have to live in the real world, and live like the other thousands of people at 20 years old. Just trying my best to live independently, and most importantly, freely.
