Professional Fangirl

The boys of IM5

            It was a normal day; well as normal as it could get: waking up, arriving at school with five minutes to get to my first class (or almost making it to my first class), shuffling from class to class, and then work. My days go exactly like this on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. As I walked out of school yesterday I stopped at Qdoba, my ultimate bae, and hurried to work, Which Wich off of Battlefield and 65.

            Arriving about thirty minutes early I let one of my coworkers go and took their spot. It was slow. I had finished everything I was supposed to do as a Shift Leader about an hour early, so I went on break early. Once there I started creeping, excuse me looking, at my favorite band’s Twitter. I do this about ten or more times a day, I mean what if they posted something? I would never know if I didn’t check. Everything seemed ordinary, tweets about really nothing, and I did the thing I do about twenty times a day. I tweeted to them.

            The tweet was as follows, “If @IM5band and the guys followed me or tweeted me I would probably die. I mean remember what happened when David liked my photo TWICE? (insert the feels face).”

            After that tweet I replied to a couple people and then tweeted them again, “Seriously when do I not tweet about @IM5band. I mean 98% of my tweets are about them, 1% is random. And the other percent is @LianaIM5 (Liana Bustamante, for all of you here at school).”

            This was about five or so, and after eating the rest of my sandwich I went back to work. It got very busy around 5:30, which it usually does, so my coworker and I had barely any free time for the next hour and a half or so.

            Then it happened.

The follow that would change my life forever

            I went to check on my phone, put on some music in the back, check my Twitter, etc. I noticed I had a notification on Twitter and when I clicked on it I flipped out.

            “IM5band followed you.”

            ‘WHAT? ARE YOU SERIOUS?’ were my first immediate thoughts, so I went to their Twitter page and realized it was true.



Just another fangirl crying over a boyband



            I shrieked, squealed, and jumped up and down, it was a moment of mine that I will never forget. I even drew the attention to my coworker, Maddie, who had no clue what was going on and tried to get me to talk to. I showed her my phone wordlessly, I could not form a sentence really.

            Some point in this time I started crying, more like bawling, and Maddie did the thing any nice coworker would do. She took a photo of me crying.

            This explains my life just in a matter of a couple paragraphs. If I could have any professional role it would definitely be, ‘Professional Fangirl,’ and I would gladly take it. I tweet to them, listen to their music, and just have a lot of feels, constantly. I still have Post Concert Depression from a couple weeks ago.

            So, 5ers unite, and this is how I became a Professional Fangirl.