David woke up to the arrogant beeping ring from the phone in his room. His eyes were shut tightly; layers of blankets scattered all over his bed except for one which was sheltering him cozily. Messy bed head, scrunched up T-Shirt and rough, scratchy-like voice in the middle of the night for David. He had gone to bed hours ago; his stomach was still full with supper he had.
His arm lazily creeped out from his blanket, onto his bedside table for his phone. Without glancing at his phone, he answered it.
“Hello?” he greeted. David tried to not sound rude by sounding so tired; he couldn’t help it. His voice would sound a thousand times better if he knew a call was to come in the middle of the night.
“David?”
He knew the voice by heart. Sunny Hilden, David’s closest adult friend; songwriter and singer. She is mostly a songwriter now. Ever since David left Jive Records (it died out after a couple of months after David had left. Thank goodness he didn’t drown), he had been going to a couple of meetings to see and meet some songwriters out of the label’s suggestions.
“Oh hey, Sunny! It’s late. What got you calling me?” he crawled himself out from his blanket.
“Someone hacked your Twitter account.” She sounded dead serious; and rather sad.
“Yeah, I know. I’ve fixed it! Thanks for letting me know anyway.”
David thought it was fixed until: “No, you don’t get it, after your couple of tweets, the hacker came back and tweeted again. And your fans are getting really worried, and throwing angst-like tweets in my mentions. Some of them are mobbing me with questions about your 2-year Mission plan. David, you better delete all those tweets.”
“What?! How’d that happen?!”
“I…Don’t know. But, David, are you really going to do this 2-year Mission plan? We’re worried, Angel.”
“Of course not! I’d be sacrificing my entire career. Besides, I have so much to offer now. Why stop? I love doing what I’m doing! It’s what I’ve always wanted to do. This whole thing is already my mission. My life-mission; I’d hate to have to stop this because of my faith. I do love my Heavenly Father but, I know what He would want me to do: the choice that makes me the happiest and that is making music to help people. This is my life we’re talking about here.”
“David…” he heard Sunny sobbing over the line. David didn’t know the reason why Sunny was sobbing and straining out his name.
“Is everything…Alright?” he mumbled under his stable but yet cold breath.
“Yeah…” she sobbed more and then said, “David, you are such a genuine person. Your fans love you and we don’t want you to leave.”
“Me neither. I’m gonna go delete all of the hacker’s tweets. Can you tell them to not panic? I have it under control. You should go sleep. It’s getting really late.”
“Alright. Goodnight, David.”
“Goodnight,” he said softly and calmly.
David hopped over to his laptop; redid all the steps Daniel did that changed up his password. Signed in into his Twitter account, instantly deleted all of the hacker’s tweets. He jumped back into his bed and slept through the night in still silence (except for some snoring and sleep-singing). All was well (again). Though some fans were still paranoid he might leave but guys, he won’t.