My Life as a YouTuber

Chapter 4

      When I finally made it to my hotel room, I flopped onto the bed, letting out a sigh. My day has been so busy and it's barely halfway over. With a groan I roll, literally, out of bed and up to the closet, looking through everything that I brought for the weekend. I run my fingers through the articles of clothing, before deciding that I hate everything I brought and to not change at all. I walk into the bathroom and check my reflection in the mirror to make sure everything looks okay, before heading towards the small kitchenette and getting a drink.

Quickly making my way downstairs once again, I notice the small crowd that has seemed to form outside of the hotel. I quickly make my way through it, thanks to the dividers, and get into the shuttle car, back to the convention center. I still have quite a bit of time before I go on stage though, so I make my way into the green room and talk with a few people. I easily lose myself and forget about the time, until someone comes up and tells me I'm meant to be on in five.

It's a short walk to the main stage and I make it there with a few moments to spare. A tech guy hands me a microphone and my guitar before pushing me out on stage after I'm announced. I thank everyone for coming before starting to strum my guitar, singing a few originals but I mostly do covers. Time flies quickly and before I know it, I've strummed the last chord and the sound of applause is rippling through the building.

I wave as I walk off stage, handing the microphone to the same tech guy and thanking him, before turning the corner and almost running into Damon.

"You were incredible up there Soph. Seriously." Damon exclaims, sending a bright smile my way. Thanking him, I give him a quick hug before he goes up on stage. I instantly get bored as he walks away, so I pull out my phone and search for a nearby Starbucks, craving some hot chocolate even though it's almost 90 degrees outside. Sighing in relief, there's one a short walk away, so I set off and make it there quickly, ordering my drink and sitting at a table.

I take some time and relax, scrolling through my social media and interacting with my fans online. It's one of my favorite things to do and it's a good time waster. I get caught up with it and time just drifts away. By the time I'm done, my drink is empty and I'm getting up to throw it away. I take the short walk back to my hotel and as I walk in, I notice Alli and Collette sitting at the bar, so I go over and sit with them.

The moment Alli and I make eye contact, she's up and hugging me. I can smell the alcohol on her breath and it makes me laugh. When I ask why she's drinking at 6:00 at night, she explains that she's "pre-gaming" for the party tonight. As the three of us chat, Alli slowly gets drunker and drunker as the night goes on. Collette and I chat about the kids, seeing as I haven't seen her or her family in a while. We order some food from the bar as we chat.

After a few hours, Collette bids us goodbye and I pull my phone out to text Charles. He explains that Jesse is on his way down and as I look up, he waves and makes his way over. We have a short conversation before I decide to go to sleep, trying to make up for the hours I lost last night. I trudge up to my room, quickly reaching it and instantly toeing off my shoes, walking to the bathroom.

I strip off my clothes and take the small amount of makeup I'm wearing off, brushing my teeth and my hair, before pulling the latter up into a ponytail to get it out of my face. As I wash my face, I get more tired as time passes, and by the time I actually get done editing and go to bed, I pass out in a few minutes.

The next morning when I wake up, I feel like complete and utter crap. My head is throbbing with a headache and I can barely breathe out of my nose. Not to mention the fact that I'm burning up and my stomach feels like it's doing flips. I rub my eyes before reluctantly getting out of bed and dragging myself over to the bathroom. I'm shocked at myself in the mirror. My hair is wet with sweat and the bags under my eyes are big and purple.

I decide to take a shower after a bit of thinking, hoping it will un-stuff my nose and calm my fever a bit. It doesn't seem to help though seeing as the moment that I step out of the shower all of my symptoms are back and stronger than ever. I let out a small groan before drying off, pulling some clean pajamas on before crawling back into bed. I sent a tweet out letting everyone know I won't be able to make it today before rolling over and trying to fall back asleep.

I lay there for what seems like hours but sleep never comes. A knock on the door reminds me that I'm in fact not sleeping, and I roll out of bed and walk over to the door, glancing at the clock as I walk. When I look through the peephole I'm greeted with a face I wasn't expecting; Damon. I open the door and instantly open my mouth to speak.

"Damon, why are you here? You're going to disappoint tons of people if you aren't downstairs in the next few minutes." I scold him, a hand landing on my hip as I brush my hand through my hair.

"Sophia, if anything, you're disappointing more people than I am." He mumbles, staring at me with a pointed look.

"At least I have a good reason." I retort, my head tilting slightly as I stare up at him.

"Well, so do I."

"Oh really? What is it?"

"The girl that I'm pretty sure I'm in love with is all alone in her hotel room sick. What kind of person would I be if I left her up there alone." The moment he finishes talking, his hand reaches up and lands over his mouth as his face lights up in a blush. I giggle and cross my arms, leaning against the doorframe.

"So, you're in love with me?" I smirk as his face falls.

"You know, I have no idea what you're talking about. I never said anything about love, you must be hearing things. I'm not surprised you're hearing things with how sick you are. That can happen you know." He rambles, looking at anything but me.

"Chill out, I'm just messing with you. Come on, what did you bring me?" I tease, finally noticing he has a bag in his hand. I turn and walk back into the room, him following behind me. I hop up onto a barstool that's in front of the island and Damon stands on the other side of the counter. He pulls out a can of soup, setting it on the counter in front of me.

"You brought me soup? Really?" I tease, smiling as he turns to get a pot out of the cabinet behind him.

"Yes, you're sick, and sick people eat soup." He explains and I let out a giggle.

"You're right, but there's only one problem here." He turns to look at me with a confused face.

"What?" He inquires, the look on his face is absolutely adorable and it makes me smile.

"You forgot to get a can opener."