"Accidental Fame"

Perfection is something we often struggle with in our daily lives, whether you realize it or not. It lies in the things we do and the things we say. To some, they need not try because they know what they put out in the world is perfect enough for them. For others, the harsh reality is that perfection isn't something you can toss around lightly. It is instead something that needs to be carefully crafted for hours on end until there is no small detail overlooked.

I sat on my bed, scrolling through the short, minute long videos on my phone. I found myself mindlessly entertained for a good thirty minutes, passing by and feeling like a few seconds had passed. Why was it so easy to be so involved in such short videos by these random people all over the world?
There was one video where this girl was talking to her dog as though it was a person, telling it that its rent is past due and they needed to pay it. The dog tilted its head in confusion and I couldn't stop saying "Awe" in admiration of how cute it was. It made me wish I had a dog.
I scrolled again to be greeted with a video of someone talking about something political. I just rolled my eyes to it. Why does everything have to be political? Why can't we all just try getting along instead of beating up on each other because of an opinion?
The same kind of scrolling continued on for hours without me even realizing how much time had passed. Why were these so addicting? I needed to go to work soon. I threw the covers off myself and stood from the bed. I made my way to the bathroom to start a shower before throwing on some work clothes and heading out the door.

My co-workers greeted me as I walked through the door to my job at Happy Harold's. I hated working in the back and flipping burgers for several hours a day. I wanted to be out there interacting with some customers, making some laugh and potentially meeting my significant other. I had one person in mind I'd like to impress out there, a regular, but being stuck in the back here I never get a chance to interact with them. I'll sneak a peek at them every once in a while when I head out to clean the bathroom or take the trash out, but otherwise I never see them.
It was a pretty slow day at work, which was understandable, as there was ice covering the roads outside. I was lucky to have made it here. I didn't live very far, I could have walked if I wanted to but it was too cold out there.
Because it was so slow, a few friends of mine started talking about some videos floating around online, the short sixty second ones. They mentioned how easy it would be to go viral on there, by being funny or showing some cleavage. I wasn't a big fan of showing off my body, so I opted out of that. That was when one of my friends brought up the fact that the person I like has been seen on there a few times with a decent following. I had to see if for myself. They opened their phones and showed me some dancing videos they'd made. I knew I needed a piece of that. And I had just the idea on how to do it.

Shortly after arriving back home, I pulled my phone out and began recording. I tried making sure I looked good before I pressed the button, of course. I propped my phone against my couch and began dancing to one of my favorite songs I had playing in the background. After the video was recorded, I took a look back at it and realized how bad it was.
I practiced dancing before jumping back and recording again. I played the video back and I got a phone call from one of my best friends from work, causing the screen to switch. I answered and she and I began talking about some stuff that went down over at her place earlier that day. Something about her boyfriend yelling at her for something she didn't mean to do.
After our conversation was over, I switched back to the app and realized it was on a different screen. Did it get uploaded? I couldn't believe it, it was sitting up on my page. I watched it and it was even worse than the first time around. I was about to delete it when I noticed how many views and likes it had received. Both were somewhere close to the one thousand mark. I checked the comments and it looked to be flooded with nothing but nice compliments. Some of the things they said were a little vulgar, but I paid no mind to it.
I continued scrolling down. The last comment on the page nearly made my heart stop. "Who's that guy standing behind you?"