Violet’s POV (sorry, I know you’re disappointed!)
I edit my videos up in the gorgeous guest bedroom, on my violet bed. I take hours of footage and cut it down to three videos, each four minutes long, and call it a trilogy. It’s quite humorous, all the faces we make and stuff we say. We’ve got very…British facial expressions, like the scrunching of our noses and one eye and such. I really want to make cool videos. I should write scripts. BE A FILMAKER! Holy sh*t, dream job! But working in the entertainment business is a risky job, I want a more stable one. Filmmaking can be a side job, I guess.
I keep forgetting how rich Henry is. It’s somewhat intimidating. There must be a summer job around here that I can have so as to earn money to not rely too much on Henry.
Thinking about him, I wonder what the girl he was talking about is like. She must be pretty, and nerdy and…fun and—why can’t she be me?! Whatever the reason, I need to be mature about this. I’ll help Henry because I love him, even if he doesn’t feel the same way.
A week passes by as I work on my master script, and several fun sketches that I hope to act out for my channel. It’s been doing well, really! I’ll got subscribers and views and even if I’m at twenty subscribers so far, it’s a start! I shamelessly advertise myself on other English youtubers’s videos, and it’s been helping.
I met up with Kylie at the beach, while shooting another beach video. She’s actually an aspiring actress and wants to help with my master script about the little boy and the old man. I’ve been thinking about having a young woman be a guide for the little boy, the kind woman character that nurtures the boy in a way men cannot. Once I write that part in, I tell Kylie, I’ll let her know. Meanwhile, I’m really worried about not finding the right boy actor. And I don’t have money to pay as well! What person would volunteer for a job like this?
And on top of all this, there’s Henry’s mysterious lover. He’s avoided speaking of her, and tells me he’s planning on telling her, but I’m doubting it. When can I meet her? Who is she!? I haven’t even got a name!
One afternoon, I get an e-mail from Dad in response to my sending him a link to my youtube channel. It reads as follows:
Violet darling, your mum and I are incredibly proud of your amazing filming skills. Jeff, you know, one of our cameramen, said you’re quite talented! And funny (Of course I know this). I’m really glad you and Henry are getting along. I always…resented him growing up, and never liked his…enthusiasm. I guess I should give him a second chance. Mum told me I’m being an idiot about the whole thing, and she’s right.
Hello Violet! I’ve just kicked Dad off the computer. I LOVE your videos! You and Henry are hilarious together! I’m going to get a youtube account as soon as I can so I can subscribe to you! Rwanda is blistering hot: I’ll send you a picture of how black I am. Sunburned. Of course, Dad looks great because of his naturally tan skin, whereas I look like a boiled tomato. How about you, sweetheart? Have you been out much? You should get as much vitamin D as possible, after spending the entire winter indoors!
Sorry Violet, I just kicked Mum off. She’s too tired to fight back. I want you to not tell Henry about what I told you, about giving him a second chance. I want to be there to apologise in person. Thank you so much for being very mature about it all, and I can’t wait to see my little girl when we get back!
