I couldn't take my eyes off my phone. Surely this was a really cruel dream.
Cheryl. Actual. Cole.
When I'd heard about this, I never in a million years thought it would be me. Like thousands of others, it would only ever be a fantasy. Yet there she was, at the top of my list of followers.
'Hello? Kimberley?'
I jumped and turned around, seeing my boss Jason leaning into the staff room. 'S-sorry... what?'
'Is your break over yet? Ian's asking for his.'
I checked my watch. 'Yeah, sorry, I'll be right out.'
'You ok? You look pale?'
'I'm fine.' I smiled.
I'm more than fine I'm ecstatic, I thought when he left. I looked back at my phone, and grinned.
This is real.
I quickly opened a Direct Message to Cheryl, thinking, well if I'm going to be a crazy happy fool for the next month, I might as well thank her for it. But what could I say? I was 140 characters away from speaking directly to my biggest inspiration and I didn't know what to say.
@ShiverMeKimbers: 'Cheryl, I don't know what to say. Thank you so much, you've made my day. You've made my year. I don't know what to say except thank you so much. Hope you're well! Xxx'
My thumb hesitated over the button on my Blackberry that would send the message, and again I jumped as the staffroom door flew open. Jason again.
'Did you set up that great big old turntable before?'
'Yeah... why is there a problem with it?'
'Other than a customer just knocking it over... no.' he cringed.
'You're kidding! I'll be right out.'
I stood up and, before I could change my mind, sent the message.
**
'About time!' Sarah said loudly when I came out of work. The other members of staff looked her way and Jason frowned.
'It's only just gone six Sarah.' I smirked.
'I've been stood here for... well only like five minutes.'
'I thought you'd be late to be honest.'
'How dare you! Right, come on lets go and get this food, then get back to yours and eat it, I'm starving. What're you getting?'
'I was thinking pizza.'
'Fantastic. Goes great with wine.' Sarah winked, flashing me a bottle nestled in her oversized handbag.'
'Sarah there's wine in the house.' I laughed.
'Yeah, this can be just for us. Oh look, I brought a pen drive too. I thought since you're so possessive over Cheryl Cole's music I can just copy them off your laptop?'
I stopped walking and Sarah turned to face me, looking puzzled and a little scared at the huge grin spreading across my face. 'Oh. My. God. You're never going to guess what.'
'What?'
'Guess.'
'Kimbers I don't like this game.' Sarah pouted. 'You know I'll never get it.'
'Alright... ok, get your phone out.' I instructed, continuing down the street, still grinning.
'What am I doing with it?'
