"What do I want you to do? What do I want you to do?" Dylan dropped his skateboard carelessly on the floor with a clatter and grabbed Cool Kid's shoulders. "What do you want you to do?" He asked, alien-shaped sunglasses slipping down his nose so that his virulently green eyes could meet Redhead's.
"There's a whole internet world out there, audiences of gamers and memers and 'grammers and lurkers, waiting for content. Waiting for your content. Our content, even. Smash cut edits? Prank montages? Let's Play streams? Live music AMVs? Tiktoks? The sky's the limit, kid," Dylan intensely monologued to the boy taller and older than him, "believe in the heart of the cards."
He did not let go when he finished speaking, just stood slightly too close, slightly vibrating. It would have been twitching, if it wasn't so rapid. Hah, twitching.
"There's a whole internet world out there, audiences of gamers and memers and 'grammers and lurkers, waiting for content. Waiting for your content. Our content, even. Smash cut edits? Prank montages? Let's Play streams? Live music AMVs? Tiktoks? The sky's the limit, kid," Dylan intensely monologued to the boy taller and older than him, "believe in the heart of the cards."
He did not let go when he finished speaking, just stood slightly too close, slightly vibrating. It would have been twitching, if it wasn't so rapid. Hah, twitching.