The Fear Of Failure

Little Companion

~ Charlottes POV ~

I smile as I leave twitter, that was fun! And, surprisingly, not awkward at all! Sean was always funny in school, so its no shock to find out that he's made a living out of his humour. Im proud of him, even though him and I never knew each other particularly well.

Today, Im actually at home, which is a rarity for both myself and my little companion. My smile widens, I quickly turn the living room tv on and hook it up to my laptop, I then go straight to youtube. I search for a song that I know she'll recognise in seconds. Sure enough, exactly 2 seconds into the song, I can hear a high pitched squeal coming from her room. I laugh, before running upstairs to her room. I've always loved, and been slightly jealous, of her room, because every wall is covered in posters of the bands I love, that she has grown up listening to and now loves herself. As an adult, Im supposed to be over my fangirl phase, but, I still have at least 35 framed posters in my bedroom, and my wardrobe is filled with band shirts and basically nothing else.
I pick her up and swing her around in my arms as we sing along to the music.

"WHEN THINGS ARE TOUGH-" Daria starts off the song.
"AND YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH!" I continue it.
"WHO IS THERE-" Daria begins.
"TO CURB YOUR FEAR?" I cut her off and finish her line.
"ALL BRIDGES BURNT-" Daria calls enthusiastically.
"NOWHERE TO TURN-" I holler back as I spin her around in the air.
"WHO WILL COME-" Daria squeals.
"TO CHEER YOU ON?" I ask her in a loud voice.
"NEVER LET GO, GO, GO, NEVER GIVE UP, UP, UP! NEVER LET GO, NEVER GIVE UP!" Daria screams.
"YOU CAN REACH YOUR END GOAL!" I squeal.
"NEVER LET GO, GO, GO-" Daria chants loudly.
"NEVER GIVE UP, UP, UP-" I cheer.
"NEVER LET GO, NEVER GIVE UP-" Daria shouts excitedly.
"YOU LET GO YOU ASSHOLE!" I shout in my best Pewdiepie voice.
Then we both burst out laughing and fall to the floor, rolling around and clutching our stomachs. Goals as fuck. Im a huge fan of Pewdiepie, and from the moment I first showed one of his videos to little Daria, she was hooked. Literally, she is OBSESSED with him! She's a fangirl of a fuck ton of people, but Pewdiepie is definitely her favourite obsession. She knows more about him than I do, and Im 22 years older than her! Daria jumps back up and continues singing along to one of her all time favourite songs, so I pull my phone out, sit up, and start recording her as she shouts the lyrics at the top of her lungs, then I post the video on twitter.

Me: @ Pewdiepie, Daria is literally your biggest fan omf. 😂👌🏻 Honestly, I have no idea where these fangirling genes came from...✌🏻️😁

In seconds, I get thousands of responses from my twitter followers, commenting how cute Daria is, and they're not wrong! She has naturally black hair, just like mine before I started bleaching and dying it, dark blue eyes, just like me, and is basically a mini me! Which isnt surprising, given the circumstances. Her accent is adorable, because its a mixture of American and British, due to the people she grew up with hearing: me, and American band members. She is having a great childhood and Im actually jealous holy shit. I remember, when she was really young, around 2 and a half, when I first showed her Pewds, she heard him say "It's not called being gay, it's called being FABULOUSSSSS!" for a solid month she would run up to strangers asking them if they're fabulous or not, it was fucking hilarious, as well as partially terrifying for my anxiety.

After a morning spent hardcore fangirling, and an evening spent packing for the next tour we are due to go on, I tuck Daria into bed, kiss her goodnight, and leave her in her room covered in the men she admires more than anything, and head to my room, which is basically a tumblr aesthetic, with framed band posters. I've got fairy lights and all that cool shit. My room is basically an adult, more aesthetically pleasing, version of Daria's room. She will, of course, one day upgrade to an aesthetically pleasing bedroom, but right now she's too young to understand what that means. Our next tour starts tomorrow, so I'll have to call up Daria's private tutor to make sure she's ready to meet us at the airport and stuff. Even when she has fun with band members, Daria still has to go to school like any other kid in the UK her age! I wonder if Sean'll message me tomorrow? Shit, I should probably send him my number, because I wont have wifi when Im soarin' and flyin' higher than Troy and Gabriella!

Me: Ayo Sean, Im going on another tour tomorrow, and I wont have wifi, so here's my number, text me whenever you're bored or somethin! :P

Then, I turn my phone off, fall on my bed theatrically, roll myself under the covers with little effort, and pass the fuck out.