You are waiting in line to meet your favourite YouTuber Alex Ernst at Playlist Live. You have butterflies in your stomach and your throat has gone dry from the nerves and excitement. What do you say? What if you say something stupid? What if meeting him wasn't how you imagined it?
Finally it's your turn, you walk up to him with your legs trembling. He's smiling at you, a warm, gentle smile. His arms outstretched and ready to hug you. "Hello." He says. "Hi." You squeak. You extend your arms and wrap them around his muscly body, his back muscles hard against your shaky hands. He hugs you back, you're now on your tippy toes so you can rest your chin on his shoulder. The hug ends and you whip out your phone to capture the moment you had with your sunshine. It's the next girls turn now, so you quickly say thank you as you're ushered out but the security. You attempt to shout 'bye' to Alex but he's already out of earshot.
So you've finally met him. Somehow you still feel empty because you know that to him you're just another fan in the crowd but to you he's your everything and it hurts that he won't remember you.
