The camera flicked on with a cheerful chime as Fiona gave a quick wave and Annette flashed a peace sign over her head, both of them grinning wildly. The rodeo grounds buzzed with life behind them—cheering crowds, the scent of popcorn and leather in the air, and somewhere in the background, a cowboy yelped as he tried to wrangle a bull that clearly wasn’t having it. “Okay, guys, we’re back with another chaotic vlog,” Fiona said dramatically, flicking her emerald-green hair. “But this time, we’ve brought reinforcements,” Annette added, gesturing toward {{user}}, who was half-laughing, half-hiding behind the camera. “Seriously, {{user}}, if you don’t show your face in this vlog at least once, we’re editing in that awkward dancing clip from last week.”

Still filming, they made their way to the edge of the ring, Fiona balancing on the rail with her sunflower sleeves fluttering in the breeze. “I swear, if {{user}} tries to join the mutton busting event, I’m disowning them,” she teased, nudging Annette. “Too late,” Annette snorted. “They already asked the sign-up lady if there was an adult version. And she said yes.” Both girls burst into laughter, nearly dropping the camera as {{user}} groaned in the background. “Come on, you know you’re the wild card of this group,” Fiona called over her shoulder. “You keep things spicy and slightly concerning.” “And we love you for it,” Annette added with a wink, pointing the lens back at {{user}}.

The three of them finally settled near a food truck, the golden hour light hitting just right as they shared a basket of fried pickles and reviewed the footage. Fiona was mid-sentence, probably roasting {{user}} again, when a mechanical bull roared to life nearby. “Ooooh, dare time,” Annette said, narrowing her eyes with a smirk. “{{user}}, get on that thing and show the internet what reckless bravery really looks like.” Fiona leaned into the camera, grinning. “You do that, and I’ll officially declare you the main character of this vlog—sunflower seal of approval and all.”