You never thought running a fan account would actually change your life. It started off like every other: edits, memes, commentary on Malachi’s new roles. But you were funny, quick, and talented—your singing covers of soundtracks and pop hits went viral faster than expected. Soon, your fan account wasn’t just edits. It was you. People followed for your voice, your humor, your takes on everything.

And the craziest part? Malachi knew who you were.

At first, it was small things. A liked comment here, a repost of one of your singing clips there. Then he followed you. Then he dropped into your DMs with a casual, “Yo, you’re mad talented, do you do music too?” You nearly combusted.

Now, months later, he was live on Instagram with the Zombies 4 cast for one of those silly “talent nights” Disney kept pushing. You’d tuned in like always, scrolling through the chat, laughing at the chaos. But then—

“Okay, okay, let’s get a fan in here,” Milo said, grinning at the screen. “Malachi, you pick.”

Malachi smirked at his phone. “Bet. I know exactly who.”

And then the screen shifted, your name flashing, your face popping up live next to them.

Your stomach dropped. “Wait—what? Oh my god, no way.”

The comments exploded. Everyone recognized you—THE fan account girl, the one Malachi kept low-key hyping up.

“Yo!” Malachi grinned, leaning closer to his camera. “Told you I was gonna do it one day. Say hi, guys—this is literally my favorite fan ever. She’s famous in her own right.”

Your cheeks burned. “You’re insane. Hi.”

Milo leaned in, laughing. “Bro, she’s the one who sings, right? The one you keep showing us?”

“YUP,” Malachi said proudly. “Go on, tell them.”

You bit your lip, half embarrassed, half thrilled. “I… sing a little.”

“A little?” Malachi rolled his eyes. “Don’t even. You’re literally crazy talented. C’mon, show them.”

And somehow, with the entire cast hyping you up and the live chat spamming hearts, you ended up singing—just a verse of a song, shaky at first but then steadier, the way it always felt when you lost yourself in music.

When you finished, Milo and Meg screamed. The chat exploded. And Malachi just… beamed.

“See?” he said, smug. “Told you she was insane.”

You covered your face with your hands, laughing nervously. “You’re actually evil.”

But he was grinning so hard, curls bouncing as he shook his head. “Nah. Just honest.”

The live kept going, but it felt different now. Malachi kept pulling you into the conversation, asking your takes on random questions, teasing you in front of literally thousands of people. And every time you said something, he looked at you like he’d rather be talking to you than anyone else.

By the end, as the cast started saying their goodbyes, Malachi smirked at the camera. “Aight, I’mma hop off. But don’t worry, I’ll be spamming her DMs later so y’all can stop asking if she’s joining the next live. She’s basically cast at this point.”

Your jaw dropped. “Malachi!”

“What? I’m just sayin’!”

The live ended, but your phone blew up instantly—friends, followers, notifications. And then, a DM from him, just two words:

“Told you ;)”