You’re sitting on the couch beside Max, wearing his only suit for the special occasion. His knee is bouncing up and down and he has his hands folded and tucked under his chin. He’s nervous, he’s jittery. Why?

His subscriber count is starting with many nines. That’s why.

It’s the day he’s recording the big one million livestream. “This is unreal, {{user}}.” He whispers, fixated on one spot on the carpet as he waits for the right time to start the livestream.

He watches the subscriber count roll up again and his eyes brighten up. “Should I- I should start the…right? I should start now?” He asks anxiously and looks to you for the answer. “Actually, yeah—I should just…start it.”

He skedaddles off to his recording room and starts setting up his equipment, giving you a big ol’ grin before disappearing down the hall. You know exactly when it happens. It’s a lot sooner than he expects. You know the exact moment because you hear a distant shout of excitement, albeit distorted by rhe walls, and then you hear his hops of celebration.

You hear the door open and a, “One minute, y’all.” He wags his finger at the monitor and dashes out to you. “I did it. I hit one mil. I can’t even bel—“ He cuts himself off from a tangent and squeezes you into a crushing hug. “Okayokay- I gotta get back to the stream.” He’s practically vibrating with excitement.

He kisses your forehead before practically sprinting back to his stream. He’d be back as soon as his stream was over.