Chapter 6: Part 2 - Stream

= Sarah POV =

I downloaded the app Chris sent me via YoYap and after installing it, accepted the friend invite that she had sent me. Immediately the app showed a schedule which had a few details already loaded in. There were three slots every day that were labelled "Requests", and there was a little box next to each. A box was already ticked, so I guess Chris assumed that I would pick up the scraps of paper without waiting to come home to check.

"At least she trusts me that much" I mumbled to myself.

Scrolling to the bottom of the screen there was a scoreboard which showed I had collected 1 strike, which was from yesterday. All the strikes were tabulated at the bottom reminding me that I'd have to be careful not to accumulate too many strikes if not the punishment would add up.

Interestingly, the scoreboard had a dropdown menu which said, "details of item".

Expecting nothing, I clicked on the word "strikes" to see if there were any details of it.

It just said, "Time in minutes", which was so vague. I shrugged, whatever it meant, I would find out sooner or later.

Seeing as there was nothing else to do for the app, I stretched and went for a bath. I was thinking of job hunting, and then maybe streaming for a bit. I didn't earn a lot of money from streaming, but it was something to tide me over for a bit, so I might as well go live doing my free time since I did have my computer set up.

Thirty minutes later I was washed and changed and sitting at the computer. I went to the usual places, JobBob, HitTheStreets and HireOnFire to see if any job openings accepted my degree, however being an Art student, it was hard as every job post required some kind of skill set in animation or web design, and I had studied pure art.

I saw one or two jobs for an illustrator, but as always, it was part-time contract work. I had ¥528 000 hanging over my head and my stay entirely depended on the whims and fancies of my…former friend, so I forced myself to take this seriously and put in applications.

"Take a screenshot, and send it to me via YoYap. Doesn't matter what time of the day you do it, I want to see that you tried" I recalled Chris saying to me as we walked home last night.

I groaned and whipped out my phone. I found using the YoYap web app so annoying, so I chose to snap a pic with my camera and sent it to her instead. The picture looked wavy and blurred and I could barely see the information, but I did it right.

"Screenshot smart-ass" Chris texted back immediately.

"I hate you so much" I growled as I used the stupid print screen keys and then opened the YoYap web browser app. So annoying! I had to take a QR code scan and everything…. urgh…. attach and send…

The picture popped up in the YoYap app, and Chris gave it a thumbs up.

"I can do things on my own ok?" I shook my phone in the air but then stopped as I realised, I didn't have enough money to buy a new phone, and I had already missed two phone bills and was probably gonna get fined if I didn't find some money to pay for it this month.

I closed all the job-related tabs and logged into FunYear, a streaming platform that I usually streamed to on weekends or in between jobs. The best thing about FunYear was here, I could be a cute girl streamer who sang, played games and had her life together. It was nice to also rant to complete strangers about my problems because I didn't know any of them in real life, which was such a relief!

I rummaged around in the bag I had thrown all my belongings into from the storage unit and found my Midi device which had all my cool sound effects and voices, I connected it to my PC so that I could set up things how I usually had them in my last place. My last boyfriend had helped me program the MIDI to have all those cute sound effects. He had also been one of the top-paying subscribers at the time, but then he said he had to move to China. And then ghosted me.

I typed into the stream description bar " RANT STREAM", because you know what, I had no one to talk to about all of this, and I was going crazy here, with all these new expectations! It's not like anyone I know watched my stream, so who cared if I poured my heart and soul out into the internet?

I looked at my face in the mirror and sighed. I should at least put on some make-up…but I didn't feel like it, so I decided to at least apply some moisturizer so that my skin didn't look too ashy, and then turn on the webcam on my computer.

I wiped my eyes put on my headphones selected the "Just Chatting" stream set up, and pressed "Go Live".

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