More Lies, More Cameras and Much More Action

Chapter 1

JOE

I sighed as I watched out the window, witnessing the rain pouring down. Typical English weather.

'Go on Joe!' Caspar cheered me on from my side.

'Come on mate, 3 more!' Oli joined in.

I pushed myself to do the last few, ignoring the sweat which was pouring down my forehead and the feeling that I was going to throw up and/or pass out.

'Yes!' I cheered to myself, jumping off the treadmill and grabbing the towel from the side.

'Personal best, nice one mate.' Oli congratulated me.

'Yay, Joe! You'll be headhunted for the olympics any day now.' Caspar smiled.

'I did 5 minutes full speed on the treadmill, not a 10,000m sprint.' I laughed, drinking from my oversized water bottle.

'Food time!' Caspar shouted loudly, making me glad the gym was empty. Surprisingly not many people go to the gym at 5pm on a Monday. We were only there that late because we'd just got back from Australia and hadn't woken up until 3.30pm.

'I'm opting out I'm afraid lads, I've got a meeting at Gleam in half a hour.' I apologised, collecting my belongings up.

'A meeting? This late?' Oli questioned.

'Yeah, some American girl is doing a magazine article about a day in my life tomorrow so we're meeting tonight to go through the schedule.'

'I didn't even know Gleam was open this late.'

'They close at 6. I'll see you on tomorrow lads?' I asked to make sure.

'Yeah, see you!' They shouted after me as I left the gym and made my way down the stairs.

I went into the changing rooms, bursting my locker open and getting out my spare clothes before rushing into the shower to wash the sweat off me. I hated the gym showers but I didn't have time to go home. My phone wasn't even charged so it wasn't as if I could text to say I'd be late.

I hated making a bad impression on journalists as I worry they'll write bad things about me. The woman interviewing me today was from what one of the Gleam workers called the biggest magazine in America so this was very important.

I jumped out the shower, quickly pulling my more casual combo of jeans and t-shirt on before throwing my old clothes in my bag and getting my oyster card out read. I rushed out the gym and down the road to the nearest tube station. I could walk to the office but the tube is usually quicker and I didn't fancy turning up soaked.

The tube was there when I got to the platform, making me run down the stairs and onto the nearest carriage before grabbing the rail, reading for the 5 minute journey.

'Excuse me, Joe?' I heard someone say. I spun around to see a young girl smiling nervously with a friend beside her.

'Hi girls, are you alright?'

'Could we get a picture please?' One of them asked.

'Of course!' I smiled, posing for a picture.

'We came into London in hope of meeting you!' They told me.

'No way! Have you done anything whilst you've been here?'

'Yes, we went to Buckingham Palace, went on the London Eye and now we're going to Madame Tussauds to visit Zalfie!' They squealed, drawing attention to us.

'That's nice girls, I hope you enjoy it.' I smiled.

'Thank you so much for meeting us!' They said repeatedly.

'That's okay, lovely to chat to you. Have a lovely day!' I said happily before climbing off the train.

I always loved bumping into my fans when out and about as it gave me a chance to thank them for everything they do for me. YouTube wasn't doing as well as it had been b

I put my gym bag on top of my head as I left the station, rushing to the Gleam office whilst trying to stay as dry as possible. I couldn't go to my interview looking like a drowned rat.

'Joe! You're here.' My manager cheered as I ran into reception.

'I'm sorry!' I panted.

'We thought you weren't coming, come on quick!' She said, leading us into the lift.

'I was so worried you wouldn't show, this girl has flown all the way from California to meet you. Did you read the emails? She'll be with you for a few days, writing a day in the life of Joe Sugg article. This is so great for your channel Joe and it's really important you make a good first impression, a lot of brands and people will read this. It may be make or break for your career. You've had a 6% drop in views this month, which may not see a lot to you but it is massive. We cannot afford to continue like this. This magazine is huge coverage and you will be spending a long time with this journalist.' She rambled on, ticking things on her checklist.

'Got it.' I said to shut her up, following her out the lift and into the interview room.

I walked into the small room and saw the interviewer staring out the window, examining the London view. Her hair colour was almost a perfect match to the girl who's name I spoke in my sleep for nearly a year after I left her in America. She turned around, her face looking too much like the one I would stare at whenever I had a chance. For a moment, I wondered if I was imagining it like I did at first but when she speaks, her voice confirms her identity.

'English weather never did improve, eh?'