This Ship Has Sailed

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~A/N~ Oh my gosh it's been ages, but recently I've felt something missing from my life. If you're expecting me to go all philosophical on you, you are gonna be disappointed. Basically I've felt the urge to write all of a sudden! I've considered trying to start a book, or write a short story, but they just didn't feel right. Then I put my finger on it: I've missed my imagines! Little bursts of writing that I do a couple of hours a day, something I can enjoy! And just at the minute, I have a heck of a lot of ideas! A couple of people have asked for requests but I'm putting them on hold until I get my mojo back. So anyways, please enjoy this imagine!

Em :P

Twitter update: About to go onstage at SitC! BRB peeing myself #yellowknickers

Up on stage, the lights are blinding. You can see nothing and no one from beyond the edge of the stage. A few eyes blink at you in the front row, the occasional shuffle in the dark room can be seen, but other than that it's empty blackness. And you wouldn't have it any other way. See, you love being on stage, it's always been that way! You just don't like the idea of all of those eyes staring at you, judging you. Because sometimes they aren't happy eyes in happy faces, they're critical eyes in... well, critical faces. Still, you wouldn't give up the thrill of performing for anything in the world. The best part of this particular performance is you don't have to remember any lines! The worst part is you have to make them up on the spot. You forget why you agreed to this question and answer session, especially at Summer in The City, especially with him.

Oh yeah, you got told to by the scary organiser woman with the creepy eyes. Some other YouTuber didn't turn up so it was decided that the best solution was to throw two guests who happened to be chatting at the time onto the stage and let the masses descend upon them. You're at the crowd's mercy, and really, they're merciless.

He's there next to you now. As you watch him, grinning, completely in his element as he greets the crowd, your only thought is 'socially awkward my pasty behind'. As we've already discussed, you have no problem being on stage, if you know you're going to have to be on it. Impromptu Q&A's? Not your style. Still, the show must go on, or creepy lady might eat you.

Oh gosh, he's looking at you, expecting you to say something. THINK, Y/N, THINK!

 "Hi guys!"

Nice move. He doesn't seem to have noticed your social awkwardness, thank goodness. Perhaps I should explain, 'he' is known, in the YouTubing world, as danisnotonfire. To the rest of the world, he goes by the name of Dan Howell. You've been friends for about three years now, since he checked out your YouTube channel 'That(Y/N)Dork' and decided to tweet you. Your friendship blossomed from there, leading to several collaboration videos and... a shipping. Yup, you find it hard to leave the house without having 'Is Dorkisnotonfire real?' shouted at you numerous times.

In fact, that's what the crowd are cheering right now! Fortunately, this doesn't add to your awkwardness, it actually detracts from it! You've found an angle to work. Nearly every time you hang out with Dan you joke about this ridiculous, impossible 'ship'. Now you have something to use to make the audience laugh!

With a smile and nod to Dan, he stops stalling and turns to the audience again.

 "Okay, ladies and... man in the back there standing by yourself! Let's get started with these questions! Who's gonna go first? What burning questions do you have for Y/N and myself?"

Thankfully (or perhaps not?) your eyes have now adjusted to the light, and you can see the faces of almost everyone in the audience. Instantly 70% of the hands in the room shoot up, all attached to eager looking teenage girls wearing a variety of merchandise.

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