Cold At My Core | Johnnie Guilbert

Ch 11: Watchful Eyes and Quick Goodbyes

My phone presented me with two choices. I pressed the second option, quickly seeing my own face pop up on screen.

The number on the left-hand-corner quickly popped up. 1. 5. 10.

By the time I was settled in, there was over a hundred people watching.

OK, Kari. I told myself, settling back and getting in position, guitar ready. You can do this. It's just a hundred.

I looked back. 240. Woo wee.

Fuck. Why did Johnnie have to be so popular? Why couldn't he have started me off at 100 subs instead of 10,000?

I cleared my throat, getting my voice pipes ready, and began strumming a C chord. Ok, now what?

With my voice as the lead, I belted out the first song that came to mind.

Where my haters, where my haters

I don't got 'em, I'm not famous

I popped the next line into existence, adding a flourish of notes.

Paparazzi is at an all time low

Another quick fill. Damn, I was on fire today.

I finished with the chorus, smiling and reaching to adjust my phone. I threw a peace sign.

"Hey, welcome to the live stream." 500 people. Oh, man. "I'll be doing weekly jam-a-thons" - - the word just came to me, and I went with it - - "and I hope you'll stick around for them!"

I grinned, noticing my teeth weren't as white as they should be. But this was no time for wishful antics now--I had an audience to entertain.

And entertain I did. Johnnie popped up a half hour in, sitting down on the floor with me and the livestream's chat went crazy. All I saw were ship names--Kahnnie being the most popular.

I just grinned, when he plopped himself down and brought out his guitar. He began playing, and I followed suit, getting the pattern and harmonizing when needed.

We vibed like that. Even if we weren't officially together.

Yet...