Dear David was at the Tigres Del Norte concert to watch his loveliest mother perform on the big stage in front of hundreds of people. He was astounded at the number of people who attended the concert. He had his good ‘ol phone in the pocket of his tight jeans (which was strangely fitting for him). His endearing siblings and father tagged along to show absolute moral support for his mom, wife, and best friend.
They met a few old friends in the crowd whom were also supporting Lupe. It was a chilly, quiet and starry Summer night in the air of Utah. David felt relived, rejuvenated and very content to be surrounded by people he loves being around with. He was very excited to see his mom singing again on stage. It’s not every day that Lupe gets to sing on a special stage other than the kitchen. Lupe is David’s number one, also biggest, inspiration. She’s the whole reason he pledged to himself that he’ll sing for a living. You know what? It is the best choice he ever made.
He has gained so much experience over the three fateful years he spent. Doing things that kids at his age aren’t supposed to be achieving until they’re twenty-five. He’s oblivious to that, but for his fans, mentors or just anyone around him, knows it. They praise his sweaty and hot work. David thought they were just flattering him so that his drive won’t break off somehow, he’s grateful for the intriguing comments made by them, especially his great and all-down-to-earth fans. All was well and captivating.
As time grew, spectators started piling in real quick. Blazing, blinding spotlights pointed at the stage curtains while everyone was anticipating for a mind blowing show from some local talents. Though it wasn’t a big event or the talk of Utah, the Archuletas were still proud and joyous; they wouldn’t trade Lupe’s gigs for anything.
“Man, I’m so pumped! Seeing Mom up on stage. She’ll feel what I’m feeling now. Haha!” Excited David thought.
“Voy para el concierto de Los Tigres Del Norte esta noche aqui en Utah.
Haha in English, going to the Tigres Del Norte concert tonight here in Utah. Gonna watch my mom sing who's going on earlier :)” he tweeted to let his fans know where he is.
“Hey, Jazz, can you save me a spot? I need to go to the bathroom,” he smiled sheepishly at his sister.
“Sure!”
David sped off to the nearest restroom, just right beside the backstage. He left his phone on the counter; next to the basin while he entered into one of the cubical.
“Spectators, may you please take your area now. The roads will be closed for the next three hours. If you haven’t gotten your place, it’s best to go get them now.”
“Oh no. My place!” David started to fret. He ran out the door—without his phone.
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“Hey, Dave, may I borrow your phone for a bit? I needa text my friend,” Amber asked.
“Oh, sure, give me a minute.”
He shoved his hand into his empty pocket; where his phone should be in. David’s expression fell instantly and decided to check the other pocket.
“Um...I can’t find it,” he started to sound sickly worried.
“What?!”
“Yeah, I can’t find my phone. I promise, it was right inside my pocket!”
But David’s trip to the stalls didn’t cross his mind until: “Retrace your steps! When was the last place you went before the concert began?”
“Umm….The…” his mind clicked, “The bathroom…” he whispered then ran. David dodged through a lot of tall people. Hey, don’t ask me why there were so many giants there.
He burst through the door of the men’s room. His phone was there, sitting on the cold counter; just like where he thought he left it.
“There you are!” he exclaimed in delight. David swept the phone away in a flash after that, headed back to his family. As a matter of fact, when he checked his phone, David had forgotten to sign out of Twitter. Various strange tweets came into his mentions like, “I’m so proud of you, David! Tears in my eyes! Continue to do your music! We love you!!”
At first, he was confused, “What the heck did I tweet? I just told them where I was.”
David redirected himself to his tweets; he was absolutely (and terribly) mortified, “Excited to announce that I will NOT be serving a 2 year Mission in Jan because I appreciate my fans and hope that I can serve through music!”
“I did not tweet that!” he yelled in his thoughts. “I never tweet about my beliefs!”
He scrolled up to only see more tweets addressing to some of his fans’ accounts, “@melissad309 Thank you and yes I did give it a lot of thought!”
“@MaggieFOD Haha it was a tough decision but I hope everything works out. Back to the concert now!”
“@katrinalexa I was actually considering a mission in Jan. It isn’t easy not to go because of my faith and what I believe.
@katrinalexa But anyways I hope I can serve a mission through music and other means!”
“Oh my gosh. I did not tweet all of this! I have to delete them. Bahh, someone probably found my phone and tweeted it. Oh man. Oh man. No. Delete!”
He selected the delete button but, Twitter decided to not be nice and said, “You are not authorized to delete this tweet.”
“What?!”
He gave it another go—the same message pops up. David turned to Daniel, who also has a Twitter account, to ask what’s wrong and what does the message mean.
“Well, apparently, David, your twitter has been hacked by someone and he or she changed up your password. Only you can fix it.”
They were in the car, going back home after a long tiring night. His parents, Jazzy and Amber were chatting away with each other about how stellar the concert was while David was having a rough time fixing his hijacked account.
“So, how do I do it?” he asked helplessly to his so-called-wise brother.
“Well, you recall a lost password to your e-mail, log in to your inbox, take the link, and change up the password.”
“That sounds confusing,” he had a blur stare with shakes of the head.
“Okay, look, try tweeting again. Let’s see if it still works. Once we get back home, we’ll fix it on my laptop.” Daniel nudged his arm.
David was rather terrified, thinking what else did the hacker attempted to do to his precious Twitter account. Twitter had always been the ultimate social networking site that he can connect to the fans (vice versa).
“Hm so apparently there is a particular crazier fan who is hacking into my twitter? lol sorry everyone”
David sent if off with his shaky hands. Strangely, it worked. Huh. Funny. He’s not authorized to delete the tweets but could tweet?
“Someone changed my password and so I can only tweet from my phone right now. If it’s not from my phone sorry for whatever is said”
“Funny,” Daniel scoffed.
“What is it?” David peeked onto his brother’s phone’s screen.
“I traced down your hacker’s tweet; it’s from an iPhone. How?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged repeatedly, “you’re the tech-wiz here.”
“Hmm, if I could make up a theory; the dear hacker of yours probably got hold of your password from the sign in, decoded the dots in the password bar using some smart password decoding iPhone app,” Daniel had a mysterious glare; fantasizing hard about his theory. “I mean, the iPhone apps are pretty sick.”
“Okay, I’ll take that. Now what?”
“We’ll just wait until we get home, and I can help you figure it out.”
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David was totally anxious; mostly about his fans believing that it was really him who tweeted that. The worst that could happen is that they will think that he isn’t a good Mormon. He totally dedicates his life to God. It would be wrong if the most important part of his image crumbles though he did not care for image.
“Is it done yet?” David circled around Daniel’s back.
“Almost, hold on.”
Daniel did the job without breaking a sweat. To him, this was all grade school work. His fingers typed and clicked away rapidly; David couldn’t keep up with his pace.
“Done?”
“Geez, David, sit down for a while!” he flapped his arm.
“I will not!” David thought. Yeah, he’s really under pressure.
“Done.” Daniel jumped off his seat.
“For real?!” David swarmed to the home computer.
He saw his Twitter timeline up and running; except for his mentions which was still exploding will questions and suspicious theories. His fans, eventually, found out he got hacked. The way he tweeted it out gave it away. David thought it was funny but quite frankly, nice to actually know that his fans know what is going on even if he doesn’t tell them.
Well, it’s time to clear things up!
“Phew figured that problem out and back into my account. Sorry everyone for the fake me. Weird having your space invaded sometimes lol.”
“Ok so that last tweet was really me back in my account haha. If anymore tweets come tomorrow or from an iphone it’s not me.”
“Gonna call it a night now though. Good night guys!”
David was indeed tired.