For most of the day I can’t look at the vlog. The views go up and up. By the time I check it in the afternoon, there has been, in Lauren’s terms, a meltdown. A viral sensation.
Lydia Portancia has already e-mailed.
Millie!
Obviously, the natural look is something you have opted for, and we will have to work with that. That’s your choice. I can only offer advice.
Great vlog. Huevos is a natural. Is anyone representing Huevos? I think that’s a dog we could really work with there! Can you give me some contact deets? BTW I’m sending something Dave’s way. A pet food company ADORES her.
Lydia x
I’ve noticed that Lydia always adds kisses when she wants something.
There are loads of comments, too.
Huevos is everything
(I hope Bradley reads all these.)
More Huevos and Dave
(I think this is a really good idea.)
Huevos and Dave is my new band name
(Please become a famous musician. That would be incredible.)
My followers have gone through the roof. I feel better than I have in weeks, but a bit shallow, too. Is this all it takes for me to be happy? I can hear Mum downstairs singing “Strawberry Fields Forever” while she fixes her afternoon muesli (don’t ask). I go downstairs to talk to her.
“And what are you up to today, Miss Boleyn?”
Mum calls me “Miss Boleyn” when she’s in a great mood. She’s got a thing about the Tudors. This is a bit random and a bit tragic, as the real Miss Boleyn was actually beheaded for being too smart for her own good. King Henry’s cat also had its own suit of armor. I dare not show Dave. She might get ideas.
“I want to see Bradley, and then I think I’m going to chat with Danny for a few hours,” I tell her.
Mum looks at me disappointedly. “So, to confirm, your entire day revolves around boys.”
I hadn’t thought about it like that, but now that Mum mentions it, it’s not very feminist vlogging powerhouse, is it? If I’m being honest, it makes me worried that I might be turning into a sap. Mum goes on. “These are your holidays. Don’t waste them by sitting around. Get vlogging!”
This is the first time my mum has been super-enthusiastic about the whole vlogging thing—but now she sounds like my manager. #Boss.
I think I preferred her when she thought I shouldn’t be doing it.
“Think of all the vlogs you could do! You could do one every day! Go to different places! With Huevos! And Dave!”
Dave, at the sound of her name, leaps over Mum’s legs and disappears back upstairs. I realize that Mum has obviously watched the new vlog, too, and is impressed.
“Okay, perhaps not Dave.” Mum reassesses the situation. “But Huevos and Bradley.”
The real elephant in the room is that Mum likes Bradley. He’s academic, he’s going to try to get to Cambridge University for science, and then he’s considering a degree in disaster management. Actual disasters with hurricanes and things—not the ones you might have online.
“It’s my vlog, Mum. All me.”
“Selfridges sells Chanel, Millie. Big brands like other big brands.”
Mum has an answer for everything. She’s right, though. I need to visit Bradley for the second time in one day with the agent news. I think he’ll lose his mind! Huevos is going to be a star!