YouTube Love

Chapter 7

I decided it was time to make a new video. I went up to my recording space; on the way, my stomach growled. "I can eat after recording. Not a problem." I thought to myself. I opened the door to my recording room. The room still has that fresh new room smell. I smiled as I too a deep breath and smelled it. I still couldn't believe the house was mine. I got my microphone set up, turned on my monitors and put my big studio headphones on. Once I put them over my ears, it was like I became this new person. A person on a mission to make at least one person smile or laugh.
I opened up the game I was currently playing. A indie horror game, "The Witch's House". "HeeeeEEEEEEEEyyy! JessieGirl here and welcome back to 'The Witch's House'..." This game made my adrenaline rush so much by the time I was done recording I was a bit shaky.
I didn't think anything of it. Just a horror game.

After I was finished recording, I pulled out my phone to send a tweet. "Just finished recording another episode of 'The Witch's House'. Time to edit!" Again, many people favorited and retweeted. A few comments flew in. But I kept waiting for Mark to comment. 5 minutes passed, then 10, then 15, then 20. "Stop torturing yourself, Jess." I told myself. "That was a once in a lifetime thing."
Just as I was about to put my phone away, *buzz-buzz*. Sure enough, there it was. A notification that Mark had commented on my tweet.
I fumbled trying to unlock my phone and I read to comment to myself. "I love that game! Have you played 'Mad Father'?" My heart leaped. I pressed my phone to my chest and sighed. This was all too surreal. I closed my eyes and tried to relax.
I opened my eyes and opened up a new comment to type back "I was actually going to play that next! Have any good tips?" And send. Holy shit! Was I talking with him? Was this really happening?
5 minutes later he replied with "too many to type in a comment like this. Message me."
My heart dropped. There was no way this was legit. THE Markiplier himself was telling me to message him? Yeah right.

I went to my messages button and pulled up a new message. I typed "Markiplier" into the receiver part of the message and proceeded to type my message to him. It went a little some thing like this:
"Hey,"
*delete*
"Way too personal. You haven't even seen the guy for real yet."
"Hello Mr. Fischbach"
*delete*
"That is way too formal. It's not like I'm going into a business conference with him!"
I banged my head on my desk. Why was it so hard to just say "hello"?!
Finally; I just started typing.
"Hi, this is the girl you were talking to about tips for 'Mad Father'. You said it'd be too much to type in the comment section. Obviously. There is only 140 characters. And now I'm rambling. I'm gonna go. Message me back when you can. If you can. God, this is getting pathetic. I'll be waiting to hear from you."
Send. Oh my God I sent that. I immediately wanted to go back and delete it. My face was going red. I could feel the color being drained from my face.

I started pacing. I'm so stupid to even think he'd message me back. I'm nothing but another fan of his. What was I even thinking messaging him? I mean, he did say to. But did he really mean it? Oh my God. What if-
*buzz-buzz*
I raced to my phone. My heart skipped a beat when I saw who it was from.