London Changed My Life

Seven - Mr. & Mrs. Robertson

I set up my camera, pressed record and started my video.

"Hello subscribers of my second channel. How're you doing? I know I neglect this channel a lot but that's because...I actually don't have a reason. But you know, I don't have time to do second channel videos along with main channel ones because it takes me many, many days to edit because of my brilliant procrastination skills. So, I'm here to tell you about living in London, because my life has changed a whole lot." I began to tell them about meeting Dan and Phil, getting my clothes delivered late, and Emma reaching half a million subscribers.

I heard talking outside my bedroom and then a gasp. It took me a second to realise that Emma's parents were over and they probably saw my sign that said 'I'm making my next porn video, do not disturb'. I was joking, of course, I don't make porn videos but that's my kind of humour. And I get the feeling that Emma's parents don't appreciate it.

I stand up and stop recording. I opened the door, leaned on the door frame and gave Emma's parents a smile.

"Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Robertson. I'm Elysa, it's nice to finally meet you. How are you doing?"

"Um...we're doing fine." Mrs. Robertson and she whispered something in Emma's ear.

"Mum! Elysa's not a porn star!"

"Um, it's meant to be a joke. Everyone else who's seen it has laughed."

"Well, Elysa, you have a different sense of humour. I, personally, found it funny." Mr. Robertson said and I decided I liked him. However, Mrs. Robertson glared at him.

"I apologise, Mrs. Robertson, that my joke offended you. I've never had someone not like that joke, but nevertheless. And I promise you that I don't make porn videos. Videos, yes, but not porn."

"Right...well, Emma. Continue showing us around." Damn, Mrs. Robertson was uptight. I went back in my room and finished my video. I exited my room to go out but stopped because I realised that I was still in my pajamas.

"Emma! Come here for a second. You need to pick out my clothes." I called out for Emma and she came, like a dog.

"Alright," she opened my closet. "Wear this jumper, shirt, jeans and shoes. I gotta go back to my parents, now. Have fun."

I changed into light wash skinny jeans, a white shirt, a black jumper with a white ghost on it and black Converse. I laughed at the jumper and realised Halloween was soon.

...

I had caught the Tube to central London. I walked around for a while, marveling at London's sights. The London Eye, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, etc. I finally found a good music shop called Hobgoblin Music. I walked in, looking at all the instruments.

"Hi there, how can I help you?" A guy asked and I turned to face him. He had blonde hair, spiked up. His name tag said 'Ben'.

"Um, where are your drums?"

"Right this way, near the back of the shop." He led me to the drums and I had a look around at all of the drums on display. I chose one and sat down on the seat.

"Can I play?" I ask and Ben nods.

"If you think you can."

"Oh, I know I can." I grab the drumsticks and start playing for a couple of minutes. By the end I had gathered a crowd around me.

"So, Ben. Reckon I can or can't play?" I smirked.

'Alright, you can play. I'm sorry I said any different." Everyone had dispersed which left Ben and I alone.