Magcon Imagine

Chapter One: Severe Doubt?

It's honestly insane where life can take you. Last year I would never have seen myself in this position. I currently have 4 million followers on Vine, and I had tons of crazy but awesome fans who want to meet ME. Me. A skinny natural brunette with dyed red hair and a freakishly large button nose.

The only unusual things that I can think of myself are not really exciting. Like how I probably own more skinny jeans than anyone in town. Or I own more guy shoes than girl shoes (I for some reason find guy shoes comfier). Or my hair takes at least a pound of product to stay down and not stick out everywhere. Puertorican problems. But regardless, I had fans. Lots.

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It all started after my mom died. I was fifteen and a half, and after she passed away my uncle and my step dad worked out a joint custody. I wanted to live with my uncle and his wife and do online schooling and try to live a semi normal teen life. I felt it was my duty to still visit my stepdad, because even though we hadn't been close at all, it would help him heal from mom's death. He said I was all that he had left.

I settled into a normal routine of living with my uncle Ken, his wife Jackie and her five year old daughter Zoe usually during the weekdays, sometimes even on weekends too. Most weekends I would be with my stepdad.

I started using this app Vine, with six second videos. The videos varied from short sketches, jokes, relatable stuff, and even music. I started doing relatable vines and random funny ones, gained about 300k in a week. I kept doing these as well as quick six second music covers. My music covers got famous. Fast. I had 1 million followers in a month. The follower count kept growing.

I started getting calls with potential offers to advertise on my Vine account and such. There was even one record deal I looked into that was quickly deemed extremely dubious. That made me wary of every business call I received.

But one day this internet famous guy, Aaron Carpenter contacted me about joining fellow viners and such on this tour called Magcon? It seemed pretty legitimate to me. I still looked pretty deep into it, asked him many questions and talked to my family about everything.

Pretty soon there was a family meeting set up. We always had these when big decisions were made or celebrations. Like when I wanted to go tour a college in NYC with my friend Alec, or when I finally got my drivers license. The situations always vary greatly.

My stepdad was open to the idea, he trusted me fully and I reassured everyone that I would keep up with my school (of course) when needed. My uncle and Jackie took a week to soften up but they eventually said yes.

This is why I am now waiting outside Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport alone waiting for my ride. Events were tomorrow apparently, but all of the viners were meeting together at this party Bart set up. It was strange because I think pretty much everyone brought family with them and I was traveling solo. Oh well, guess I'll have to wait and see.

It was 9:36 am, and sixty degrees outside. The sky was mix of blues and grays, setting the perfect backdrop to my mood. I was nervous. I was really bad at meeting new people period. I felt like my vines were crap compared to these viners, even if I did have more followers than most.

The tiny holes in the knees of my denim skinny jeans almost comfort me, the normalcy of seeing my favorite clothes. I loved these jeans. They made my butt look fantastic, if I do say so myself. I had a t-shirt on of my favorite pop punk band, Man Overboard, with an oversized black and white plaid button up shirt worn as a jacket. It was my favorite outfit, complete with my favorite pair of vans that I had painted to look the outside of an Arizona tea bottle. I comforted myself slowly with my everyday clothes and chuckled to myself.

An old couple passes by and gives me an odd look. This makes me blush intensely and I look down.

I pull my iPhone 5c out for an excuse to look at something and stare blankly at my twitter feed. These days I was used to seeing the 100+ notification icon on all my social media because of my fans. I loved them so much. They were incredibly awesome and I loved the edits they made of me. I always try to notice as many as I can.

My ride pulls up and offers to help me with my bags. I politely decline and smile warmly at the nice old man. There really was no sense since I had one measly duffel bag with pictures of hamburgers all over it. I sucked at packing for trips. I usually end up buying twenty things I remember about while arriving. So far on my mental list I had five.

I slip my bag into the car and sit next to it, putting on my seat belt. The ride was a pleasant twenty minute drive through the area with decent small talk. I already had a couple of restaurants that I might check out suggested by this dude. I did love my food.

We arrive at the hotel and I tip the guy nicely, and he bids me farewell with a toothy grin. The pleasantries all make me feel warm and confident inside. See? Not too hard? You can make friends. This is easy. It's just a whole bunch of teenage guys, you'll fit in easily.

I puff up my chest and exhale all of my shitty thoughts out. I'm good. I'm okay. Breathe. In, out. In, out. I sling my bag over my shoulder and step in through the hotel doorway.