YouTube's Princess (Westheeditor)

Stephanie

When I woke up I was in my bed. All of the lights in the house were turned off and it was completely quiet. I thought of the events from last night. I crawled out of bed, expecting Wes to be in the living room. I was disappointed when I found that he was no longer here. I walked to the kitchen and found a note on the cabinet:

To: Steph
I really enjoyed last night. Sorry for being so boring that I put you to sleep. ;) I'll see you at the studio tomorrow morning to work on something new. Goodnight, lovely.
From: Wes

I smiled down at the note as I read, then walked to the bathroom to get ready for the day. After showering I straightened my hair and changed. I was wearing black skinny jeans and an olive green colored shirt. I drove to the studio and parked in my spot. The only other car in the parking lot belonged to Wes.

He was sitting at his desk with a notepad when I walked in, "What's that?" I asked as I placed my purse on his desk and leaned around his chair to see what he was writing.

"Something," he said, flipping the page and smiling up at me, "What are we doing today?"

"We should go swimming." I said happily.

"Alright, after we edit a new video," he told me with a light laugh. I walked into the booth and set up my sax. I stood in front of the microphone. When the light turned red I began to play. After a couple takes I had a good recording for my channel. Nothing was ever perfect, but it was close.

I walked out of the booth after picking up my sax and shrugged my shoulders, "What did you think?"

"It was amazing," he said, "as always." We pulled up a chair next to him and watched as he edited the video so effortlessly.

"So, when is that conference thing you invited me to?" I asked as the room fell silent.

"You mean the convention?" He laughed and I began to blush, "Wednesday."  Four more days.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's just a thing-." he said with a shrug, "You don't mind dressing up, do you?"

"Dressing up?" I asked, surprised, "As what?"

"A princess," he answered.

I flipped my hair and smiled, "Of course not." I said with a laugh, "Who are you going to be?"

He shrugged his shoulders and began to save his work on the computer, "Where are we going swim?"

"My apartment complex has a pool," I told him happily, "And tennis courts."

"I'll meet you at your place, then."