Texting Shawn Mendes: Reality over Fantasy any day

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  I haven't actually done anything. Not a thing. Since we two spoke last (me and you, my diary), all I have done is lie about. (Lie as in lie down, to make that clear.) well it's been like two days and I have left my phone in the corner, listening to it ding and notify me of various things. Probably just live streams and nonsense but I couldn't care less.
For some reason I'm stupidly way more hung up about it than I should be.

Finally, about an hour ago, I got up and wandered over, picking up my phone hesitantly. I turned the phone off with a click, irritated of the constant notifications, interrupting my silence and boredom.
I then placed it on my bedside table and have been staring at it since then.

I hear a knock on my door and reluctantly get up and open the door with a heavy sigh.

"You need to go outside get some sun" my mother says with annoyingly bad grammar. I roll my eyes and turn around, ready to flip back on to my bed.
"NO." My mother raises her voice. I roll my eyes and sigh again and grab the black hoodie off the floor by my feet.
"K, bye." I mutter.
"And look at your phone. You haven't in days. I've been assuming boy trouble." She waves.
"You don't know the half of it." And I follow her out the door, grabbing my phone and slamming the wooden frame behind me.

I wandered alone along the woods behind my house. I finally turned my phone on, thinking about how his management wasn't going to stop me. As soon as I turned it on, I saw about an hours worth of scrolling through notifications to do. But the top one caught my eye.
"This is Shawn Mendes' Management. Please contact us as soon as possible. There's been an identity theft. -M"
What now?
Huh??
So I swiped right, pulling up the message on full screen. And I typed a reply.

"Explain" And I pressed send.