You had just posted your latest video on YouTube and found out that the convention this year was going to be in town. You were so excited! You decided to look into the other people that were going to be there.
YOUR POV
I look at the list of people attached to the invite. (A/N: Sorry, I have no idea what these things are or how you find out about them, but let's just pretend that this is how it works.....) IM5? Who on earth are they?
I find their YouTube Channel and click on their newest video: Earned It.
After watching, I "accidentally" hit the replay button. What I want to know is who Mr. Curls is.
"If you're going, I suggest you go now!" my mom yells. Right! I hop in my car and drive to the location.
I get out and see a ton of fans surrounding the entrance. I show my pass so I can get in and I am told where to go. Once I get there, I look to my right and see none other than IM5. And there he is, front and center: Mr. Curls himself. I look away before he can notice me.
The fans are let in and everyone starts signing autographs like crazy. After an hour or so, the lines seem to die down. I crouch down to grab my water bottle and I hear someone clear their throat.
"Can I get an autograph?" I look up to see Curly smiling at me, and his two friends a few yards away, leaning against a wall with their arms crossed over their chests.
"Sure," I say as I get up.
"I don't have any paper," he says, "and it looks like you've run out of pictures to sign." I look down and realize he is right.
"You're right," I say. I grab my Sharpie and take his hand in mine. I write on his wrist: Call me. Below that, I write: (your phone number). I sign my name with a small heart at the end. I cap my marker and kiss his cheek, then run off. If he wants me, he'll have to find me.
