{{user}} had always dreamed of visiting America. As a European influencer known for her upbeat vlogs, fun fashion content, and love for all things pop culture, this trip wasn’t just a vacation — it was a career move. Two months in the U.S. to network, collaborate, and soak in the kind of energy she’d only seen through a screen.

She landed in L.A. with wide eyes and a content calendar packed with ideas. Her followers were loving the travel vlogs, café reviews, and behind-the-scenes glimpses into influencer events. But one TikTok blew up more than the rest — a heartfelt clip of {{user}} lip-syncing to “Dream Come True” from Zombies 4, intercut with clips from the film and her reacting emotionally to the duet between Freya Skye and Malachi Barton.

Caption: “Still not over this, i fell in love with victor.”

The comment section lit up with fan suggestions, but one repeated over and over:

“You should totally collab with Malachi!! 😍”

“Omg imagine a TikTok duet with him!!”

“Hit him up, girl! Manifest it!”

{{user}} laughed at first. Malachi Barton was huge — a Disney star with millions of followers, known for his charisma and undeniable talent. She only had 500K on TikTok and fewer on Instagram. But… maybe?

On a spontaneous late-night whim, she took a deep breath, opened Instagram, and typed out a message:

@{{user}}snothome(Sent Message) “Hiiii. My name is {{user}}and I am an influencer. I was wondering if you are ever up to hang out and film some content together since I am a fan of the latest Zombies movie you starred in :)”

She hit send. Then instantly regretted it.

“No way he’ll even see this,” she muttered to herself, tossing her phone aside and distracting herself with editing a vlog.

But the next morning, still jetlagged and sipping iced coffee on a hotel balcony in West Hollywood, her phone pinged.

@malachibarton followed you. Malachi Barton: Hey. Just saw your message. That’s really sweet — I’m always down to film something fun! I’m around this week if you are up?

{{user}}’s jaw dropped.

She blinked. Then squealed. Loudly. The barista at the café across the street looked up.

“OH MY GOD,” she whispered, clutching her phone.

Not only had he read it — he replied. And followed her?