I was in the middle of sketching a potential painting for later when I randomly decided to look through my followers list on Twitter. I’m not sure what prompted me to do it but I was shocked by what I found.
I did a double take when I noticed the official check mark sign.
I looked even closer now.
“Aaron Carter? As in, Aaron’s Party?”
Stage 1: Confirmation
I stared at his Twitter page to make sure it was actually Aaron Effing Carter.
Yep. Yep. Definitely him.
Stage 2: Confusion
Why on earth is Aaron Carter following me on Twitter? Did I tweet something strange? Ohhhhhhh, he’s promoting his music. It’s kind of like when those random DJ’s start following you just get you to listen to their tracks. Or those guys who hand you CD’s in Hollywood on the sidewalk. It’s the same thing. EXCEPT IT’S AARON CARTER.
Stage 3: Background Check
I realized that Aaron Carter following me may not be “new”. I decided to creep into my own history and find out when he decided to click the magical button that is my Twitter page.
TWO WEEKS. He’s been following me for two weeks and I didn’t even notice. It doesn’t help that his Twitter name is “KiD CaRTer”, which basically just looks like an AIM screen name from 2003.
I probably figured this was some fake account trying to gain followers and would unfollow me within the hour. Which, by the way, I question that tactic quite a bit. Some of these people follow thousands and thousands of people in such a short amount of time, and I’ve noticed, if I don’t follow them back within a reasonable time frame, they unfollow me. Do they write down all of the people they followed to keep track so that they can unfollow them? Who even has time for that? It’s the only way that would make sense.
Stage 4: Nostalgia
While I hummed Aaron’s Party in my head, I tweeted my amazement over it all. It turned real this morning. I woke up to a direct message sent by…you guessed it.
Now, I’m not going to completely swoon at this moment because the direct message basically just said to watch his newest music video, and “Enjoy! ;)”
I didn’t respond but the very idea that I could have a conversation with the little bro of Nick Carter was thrilling. How far can I take this conversation? I thought. Probably not far. I’ll steal Anna Kendrick’s words and say that I’m a “scrappy little nobody”.
So I had a fan girl moment and reminisced on his Lizzie McGuire kiss with Hilary Duff.
It could have been me.