The Tweet

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"@Stereo_James @StereoKicks Who is your favourite Youtuber ?#AskJames"

"@StereoKicks @Stereo_James Sophia Tanberry"

"That's all for this video thanks for watching. Goodbye" I say signing off to my 4 million subscribers. 4 million subscribers, woah! Imagine 4 million people in a room. That's a lot of people. I turn my camera off setting it on my vanity; propping up my tripod against my wardrobe.

I flop onto my bed,exhausted from doing nothing. Breathing in the sweet smell of the detergent from my freshly washed bed sheets. I flip myself onto my back and look at my phone. A text from a girl from my management company tells me I have been invited to a live event. I reply with I will come and collect it later.

I open my twitter and notice that I have a few notifications. One from the Stereo Kicks account. I backed them to win X-factor-I obviously shouldn't be allowed to place bets. The tweet said that I was James' favourite Youtuber. Which is coincidental because he is my favourite member of Stereo Kicks.

A surge of productivity brims in my body and I decide to walk the streets of London to my management company to collect this invitation. Pounding the pavements I walk to my desired location. Within a few minutes a couple of girls ask me for a picture- can't go anywhere. No I don't mind. I happily smile and continue my voyage.

Finally I reach the office. I greet the members of the team. Kayla, the woman who texted me about the invite, greets me embracing me in a hug.
" Sophia Hi!" She says.
"Hi doll"I reply her infectious smile moving my mouth.
"So, basically you have been invited to the X-factor final"she says.
"That's on Sunday isn't it ?"
"Yeah"
"Two days to find an outfit!" I say panic and outfit ideas whirling around my head.
"Calm down you could wear anything and still look good"
" I doubt Mel B will approve of a bin bag"

This earned chuckles from the other workers. She handed me the tickets and told me my friends Gabby and Lela would also be attending.
I begin to walk home thinking about all the possible outfits I would wear on the Sunday night.

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