PSA: ALL tweets/texts/links in this work are FAKE and recreated to fit into the FICTION of this story. NOT intended to cause harm or ill intent. These are only created for the purpose of FICTION.
"Good things take time, but not when you keep running...
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"Tori! Tori! Wake up!" Sam shouted, jumping up and down on the edge of her bed while on his knees, acting like a kid waking up his mother on Christmas Day. "Wake up, bitch! You need to see this!"
"You better have a good reason to be waking me up this early on a Saturday morning!" She groaned playfully, slowly sitting up in her bed while Sam plopped down next to her, laptop now sitting on his lap.
"It's a damn good reason! You awake yet?!"
"Yes! Now what is it? What's on fire?"
"I stayed up all night making a YouTube account to put your music on-"
"Our music," She corrected, not wanting to take credit for the hard work they all put in. "But go on."
"Medicine Man got over ten thousand clicks! Shelter got a few hundred and Get Up got eight thousand. Girl, you blew up overnight!"
"Holy shit. Are you serious?!"
"As serious as a heart attack! You deserve all of this attention and more!"
"I don't know about deserving, but it's nice that other people like our music."
"Every comment is positive. Look!"
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It was then that one comment caught her attention:
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