SHANANNA; the beginning
BOOK ONE
SHAWN
Chapter one
"Just a minute, Dad!"
After my illumination tour, mom and dad started inviting me to their house for dinner every Saturday night. It would be annoying, but they're my parents and I love them. Family is one of the most important things to me.
But right now, they can wait.
I'm sitting in the living room, stalking some fans.
I have this account that seems likes a fan account but it's actually not, and it helps to stalk people.
It's typical for celebrities to drone on about how much they love their fans, but then they treat them like literal shit.
But for me? Without fans, who knows where I would be. I owe them everything.
Sheesh, one girl messaged me like five million times over Instagram. At least she's probably across the country. Hopefully.
"lizgrace242" I mutter. What a weird name.
I click on the DM to see what this weird child is spamming me for.
lizgrace242: hey, I'm trash but your songs are so great that they recycled me.
lizgrace242: yeah listen you probably won't see this but imma try to get you to, even if I have to send you 19037463920 messages (sorry not sorry)
Listen my best friend is a huge fan, and your songs have gotten her through some tough times.
This was actually her mom's idea, and it's really great. But all that my friend wants is to meet you, is there a way you would be able to fly in and surprise her? (We live in Missouri). It would mean the world. :)
And she sent that message 199 times. Oh, well, 200 now. She must be online. I think this over for a moment. This could either be a good, dedicated friend or someone who's trying to kidnap me.
But it does sound sweet, what she's doing. And it doesn't feel sketchy. So why not?
Me: Hi, Spammer.
Me: you probably aren't trash but thanks, I guess?
Me: when do you want me to come over?
lizgrace242: WAIT
lizgrace242: you're gonna come?
lizgrace242: how do I know it's you and not some idiot pretending to be you?
Me: really?
lizgrace242: sorry. Lol.
lizgrace242: listen come whenever you want, she has no life and neither do I. Her mom is going to be really excited!
Me: alright awesome well let me give you my phone number. You're wanting to surprise her, no?
lizgrace242: um yes. Why don't you come to my house first and we will drive you to her house because we need to go over plans.
Me: okay.
lizgrace242: listen I'm not going to murder you or anything. We live in a small town and my dad is a cop.
Me: makes me feel so much better. What's this girl like? Also what's her name?
lizgrace242: I don't like texting
lizgrace242: when do you want to fly in?
Me: this Tuesday?
lizgrace242: perfect! I'll tell you about her then. Its 4am here soooo
Me: I have to eat dinner with my parents anyway. You should probably sleep, Spammer.
lizgrace242: mhmmm have a nice dinner also here's my number
417-448-5649
I don't bother to reply but that was the most normal conversation I've ever had with a fan.
For a moment, I become upset. What if she's NOT a fan? No. No, everyone's a fan. Except for Justin and he can suck a dick. But not mine.
I try not to think about this mysterious best friend as I eat mom's special meatloaf.
