Chapter 8:
There are screams of joy as I chug my third drink. I hold up the empty class in triumph and with a smile, hop down from the bar.
"That was amazing!" one of the crowd member's states.
"Shit girl!" Odette exclaims as she drunkenly staggers on to me and I hold her up.
"Come on girls, let's go dance." One of the guys said and pulled us to the dance floor. Normally, I would be worried about random guys pulling us places, but Odette brought us to this club exclusively. We're at The Monster, a gay bar in The West Village. Odette somehow knows that I'm uncomfortable with attention from guys, and maybe she is too, so she brought us here. Her friend Tyler is here, and he's one of the guys out dancing with us. We're all dancing and laughing and Tyler stops us and pulls out his phone.
"Come on, picture time." He says and asks some guy to take our picture. We all pose together. Tyler with his arm around my waist and mine over his shoulders, Odette with her head back laughing and standing on the other side of me. The camera flashes and Tyler thanks the guy who took the picture, and turns the phone to us and shows us the picture. We look to happy and carefree, the picture is beautiful.
"I'm gonna put it on Instagram." Tyler proclaims, and tags Odette's user in the title. "What's yours, Delilah?" Tyler asks, looking up at me.
"Oh I don't have one." I say and Tyler's mouth drops.
"Didn't they get you a new phone?" He asks me and I nod.
"Hand it over." Odette commands. I pass over the IPhone that the publishing company gave me. Odette quickly goes to work downloading the app and setting up an account for me.
"Your username is DelilahTheWritah, so tag her Tyler." She tells both Tyler and I. "Good, you're all set up." Odette says, but doesn't hand my phone back to me. Instead, she poses with Tyler, takes a picture, then posts it.
"See? Easy. Your first picture is already posted." Odette says and hands my phone back to me with a laugh. I laugh, knowing that I'll never actually use this device, when my phone buzzes. I look down at it, for one buzz I can ignore, but it just keeps buzzing. The screen just keeps popping up with all these notifications from Instagram. All these people have started following me in the past few seconds and it's starting to freak me out.
"Odette, help." I say, shoving my phone at her.
"Oh God, Delilah! You've already gained three hundred followers! And look!" She taps something on my screen then shoves it in my face. When my eyes focus, I see that she has pulled up Ed's profile.
"Okay, Ed's Instagram. What about it?" I ask.
"Look at who he's following!" Odette squeals, and all I can see is the number two.
"I can't! All I can see is the number two!" I tell her.
"You have to click on that number, duh!" She laughs at me and I do as she commands. Ed is following an Instagram entitled, "The Cats of Instagram" and, "DelilahTheWritah."
Oh shit, that's me.
"Oh shit, that's me." I drunkenly mutter and they laugh.
"Oh yes that is." They say and my phone starts to glitch once more. After watching the notifications pop up one after another, I finally decide to turn my phone off. The rest of the night was spent dancing with my friends, and having an unsurpassable amount of fun.
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I wake up, the sun is glaring at me through the window. I can feel it hot on the side of my face, and I groan into my arms, which I'm using as a pillow. I could've sworn that I left the blinds closed last night, so then why am I being punished by the sun?
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Dear Delilah
FanfictionThere was once a writer named Delilah who stage managed for the lovely ginger, Ed Sheeran. The rest,isn't known to much of the general public. Let's just say her story has been unwritten, until now.
