Anyway, this is a writing exercise taken from The Periwinkle Pen called "View on Technology" (if the title wasn't a dead giveaway!) and what the character would do with a computer, what kind of sites would they go on, et cetera. And if the character doesn't know what a computer is, well, throw one at them and reveal their first impressions of it! This was written on December 7, 2010 soon after midnight with a sudden burst of energy.
[All the Rage]
Lukas rolled his neck as he sat in the chair, watching his dim reflection on the black laptop screen move. He flashed a brilliantly white smile and winked to the beautiful person who was shown before him and turned the machine on. As the load-up dragged on, Lukas' smile began to turn upside down, and his eyebrows began to furrow. This laptop was getting too old, and he needed a new one, he concluded. Besides, he deserved the finest piece of
Immediately after the log in, Lukas opened up the internet browser. His fingers quickly struck at the keys, eyes fixed on the address bar, and he felt his good ol' grin return at his flawless effort of correctly entering the proper URL. He patted his back--quite literally, reached behind and tapped his fingers against his scapula--before triumphantly smashing the enter key.
The familiarly famous website popped up icons immediately, showcasing videos and advertisements. Lukas' eyes automatically drifted to one corner and clicked the log in without a second glance. And as soon as he was in, he clicked again to view his own channel.
His face popped up on the screen as a video still, his brown eyes perfectly angled with the webcam that they glinted. To one side was another still where his lips were slightly pursed in mid-sentence with his perfectly poised eyebrows inclined like those of a man who pitied the world. And there was another gorgeous shot of him running a hand through his dark raspberry hair. Naturally, Lukas thought with a chuckle, the women could never resist that. He clicked the video to watch his brilliance.
Lukas saw his own white room in the background plastered with posters of famous people behind his head. His own face in plain view smiled at the camera and winked. The video continued to load and began to relay his smooth ocean voice speaking words of an update.
"Getting the band together," he said, nodding as his eyes wandering around, tactfully avoiding the heart of the audience. "We've got the drummer, the keyboardist, a violinist for an extra bite, and of course, the singer that is I! If this pace continues, I'll have to sing and play the guitar while scavenging for any bass player I can find," he laughed like an angel for his audience. Lukas could remember imagining girls clutching their chests for their hearts and moaning, under delusions that he was laughing for them directly, while web-casting the message.
In another video, his voice said carefully with a waggle of his eyebrows, "I've got an instrumental invention initiated in my mind, folks. As a guy with connections, I (of course!) have a friend in mind that can help me. Just wait for it, wait for my name to spread, labeled on the web and in papers for taking a leap in electric instruments! And then people all over the world will play that instrument, all because of me."
The man in the chair grinning to himself clicked on and on at his own channels, opening up videos with his face and his room and his voice and his words. Some specials (conveniently called "acoustic specials") included him gently cradling his acoustic guitar and strumming as if he were in a trance, suavely singing a song belonging to another. As soon as the song would be over, he would tell his audience that he would soon be writing his own songs.
Seemingly in the blink of an eye an hour passed by, and Lukas still sat in his computer chair staring at previous recordings of himself smiling and singing and talking and posing and looking good. A hand rested under Lukas' chin, head tilted to the computer screen as he began to fantasize of the future. The escalating number of page views waved to him and continued to fruitfully grow, encouraging him by pointing to the ever approaching mental picture just past the horizon. Soon, millions of people would be sitting at their computers and laptops and television screens waiting for his handsome face to appear just for them, and millions of girls would shriek and cry his name, demanding to meet him in person while escaping with him in their dreams. The men would be cast aside and left to envy him as he beckoned all of the girls with a slowly goading index finger.
He was on the right track.
Hundreds of people became world-renowned on the internet; they spread their names like a disease throwing people into fits of hysteria. Lukas surpassed them all with his guitar skills and his to-die-for voice and his charming looks and his enticing smile and himself in plain-freaking-general. As the latest video reached its end, Lukas ran his tongue through his rows of pearly perfect teeth.
I'm going to make myself a superstar.
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