YouTube's Princess (Westheeditor)

Stephanie

I was eighteen years old when YouTube became a thing in 2005. Nine years later and I have millions of views on my channel.

I'm a performer. I play twelve different instruments, sing, and dance professionally. I learned at a young age from my grandmother. At age twenty-two I was finally able to move to California and produce videos professionally. Music is my life and my first love. It takes me to my happy place, away from this horrible world that we live in.

I was born and raised in Tennessee, but Ive been living in California since I turned twenty one. You can hear a slight accent in my voice when I speak or sing, most people think it's adorable, but I think it makes me stick out like a sore thumb.

The rain had poured down for weeks. I was trapped in my apartment by myself, annoying my neighbors by playing my flute to pass the time.

When the storm ended I was finally able to leave the confinements of my house and drive to the studio. I hopped into the driver's seat of my silver Volkswagen and drove directly to the studio. When I arrived there was an extra car in my parking space. Not trying to sound snobby or stuck-up, but that was my spot. I had slight OCD. I hesitantly parked my car to its right and grabbed my flute case off of the passenger seat. I walked into the large studio that now produced my videos, "Who has their car parked in my spot?" I asked a bit harshly as I entered the recording area to find a new face.

He had longer hair than expected for a boy and it was split directly down the middle, "Stephanie, this is Wesley Johnson," the boss man told me with a light chuckle, "Wes is joining the team of editors, so stop being Miss Priss and introduce yourself."

"Someone is parked in my spot," I told him through clenched teeth as I shook the new guys hand, "There is a sign for a reason."

"I apologize," the new guy said to me with a soft voice as I finally looked him in the eyes, "I'll park in a different spot tomorrow."

"Thank you." I let go of his hand and avoided his eyes.

"Give Wesley a little preview of what he'll be working with," the boss man chuckled and motioned towards the studio.

"You can call me Wes," the boy said politely. I entered the recording booth and sat in the chair. I assembled my flute and shuffled the music that was already on the stand. I started to play a famous piece that was six pages long. By the beginning of page three the producer buzzed into the room and I stopped playing.

I watched the boss shake his hand and walk towards the exit, "You two should get along nicely," he told the new guy with a laugh as I opened the door to the recording studio, "Stephanie, why don't you give him a tour of the studio?" He walked out of the room, leaving my alone with the new guy.

"You play beautifully," he told me as I exited the recording booth, "I've seen most of your videos. I'm a huge fan."

"Thank you," I told him with a shy smile as I avoided his eyes. I was never great at accepting compliments, especially ones that consisted of words like 'beautiful', "Would you like a tour?" I asked awkwardly and motioned towards the door. He nodded and I led him into the hallway, "How long have you been an editor?" I asked him as I led him towards the lobby area.

"I've been an editor for Smosh Games since 2012," he told me as we entered the lounging area.

"So you're a gamer," I said awkwardly as I motioned towards the decorated walls and furniture.

"I am," he said with a cute smile.

"What do you know about music?" I asked hesitantly as we approached the other recording rooms and the editing rooms on the other side of the building.

"I probably know more than you think," he told me. We walked back towards the lounge area, "What should I call you?" He asked respectfully as we stopped in the center of the room.

"You can call my Steph," I told him, "Everyone calls me Steph."