The Science of Vlogging

Chapter 4

Dante grinned to himself as he received another notification telling him that this mystery girl had replied to their comment conversation on his video. 

It was odd that he was partaking in such a thing, usually he kept himself more to himself, and left the fanbase to themselves. Letting them plot and scheme about things in peace.

Of course he liked the support and pleasing his fans, but sometimes, just sometimes he wanted his vlog to be about making him happy and not about the millions of viewers huddled in their rooms by their laptops as they awaited the newest upload from Dante.

Of course he was intrigued by her, he had no idea why but she was the only 'fan' that he actually wanted to talk to and felt that he connected with (based on their brief conversation of a massive what? 3 messages...). Maybe it was because she was a vlogger too? Yeah, he decided that was probably the reason and checking her out couldn't hurt.

Him of all people knew that she must be quite brave and have some mental strength within her if she was to post videos of herself on Youtube, not everyone on here was kind and respectful. And most Youtubers by now had taken their way brunt of the criticism.

It was so easy to just comment on Youtube videos and just 'stalk' them. 

Yes, he thought his, there was no other word for it, most fans were derivative of stalkers.

They watched his every move, scrutinized his every action, and every meaning behind every word that left his lips.

Dante sighed, he could never seem to please his fans, they just complained ALL THE TIME.

That was the reason he stopped being so carefree, now he usually had to sit down in advance and carefully plan a skeleton for his video so he stayed on topic and kept everybody happy but it was frustrating, it was holding back his artistic license.

Having the power to spread the word about things he thought mattered but not because of his viewers and keeping his fanbase thriving.

Ignoring his dilemmas, he didn't want to procrastinate any further and he clicked on the first video, watching as the video slowly loaded.

Yes, the footage wasn't of great quality, it was grainy and not always focused but that was to be expected from an amateur. But her content was great, she seemed so relaxed in front of the camera as she chattered away excitedly in the footage about her day.

Something about going to the beach, and how that was her favourite place to be, especially when it was stormy outside and he chuckled, running a hand through his hair as he watched her explain her reasonings behind it

He watched 2 more of her videos after that, they were always so honest and they flowed so well. It didn't matter that they weren't jampacked with lights or activity, the simplicity of it all was oddly captivating.

Heck! From a few of these videos, he felt that he already knew her so well! To her Youtube was just her online diary and it didn't matter that people could express their opinions on it.

He didn't even think about it as he clicked on the subscribe button, it was one of the simplest decisions he had made in his life.

Their conversation grew and grew and they soon felt like old friends, like they had known each other for years, not hours.

Their friendship kept growing stronger and stronger, they spent a lot of their times messaging each other and even skyping after a week of chatting as they had wanted to take it to another level

**3 months later**

They had been chatting ever since Arrabella had left that first comment on one of his videos and they felt like true friends, sharing everything with each other even if it was over the internet.

Because of the time difference between her and him, Scotland and America, it was sometimes hard to catch each other but a couple of hours sleep lost was completely worth it

With a small frown, she read the text 'get dressed. Go to airport'

If this is some sort of joke.." she grumbled under her breath as she heaved herself out of bed, dressing in a simple plaid shirt and some jeans, her blonde wavy hair tied in a messy bun.

Having no idea why she was going to the airport she reluctantly drove there and she sat at the arrivals gate. Tapping her knee nervously, this had to be some kind of set up but she didnt know what he could possibly have up his sleeve.

A shadow soon loomed over her and she slowly lifted her head, a small gasp leaving her lips as she saw...

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