Not Interested

I entered the contest twice. Once with my email. Once with my YouTube channel. I didn't think I would win. There were thousands, millions of contestants. How could I win? All I know is that I won with my email. They probably didn't even know I had a YouTube channel. Did they? This is all so confusing.
I go over my checklist of what to do when they get here. First, I introduce myself and show they around my house. Second, I ask what they want for dinner, we will be ordering. Third, show they where they sleep. That's it. That's all I got. Three things. I mean I knew I wanted to interview them, they were pop legends. But other than that I had nothing. Zip. Nanda. Zilch. How am I going to live with them for two whole weeks! It's going to be impossible.
I glance at the clock. It was time to record the end card for my She Looked So Perfect: Knife Dance #3 video, then upload it.
“Hello people!” I said with a smile, I always love recording, “I hope you like my third knife dance. Please like and comment what you think. Also, I have some exciting news. I’m going to spend two whole weeks with One Direction!” I pretend to be excited. All my ‘true’ fans will know that I would much rather be with 5SOS or Black Veil Brides.
“They are going to be living with me starting Monday. I promise that I will still post regularly, and don't expect them to be in every video. I will interview them at one point. Please don't spam the comments asking me to do stuff with them. Questions for the interview are always welcome, though. That's it. Well, bye!” I end with my usual smile and wave. After a good 20 minutes of editing the end card and making the thumbnail, I finally upload the video.
I started to clean the house. I had one day until they came. Chills went up my back at the thought. They were coming on August 2nd. That was the day it happened. The day I became an 18-year-old orphan. The day that I started to fend for myself. The day everything changed.
I pushed the thought out of my head using the only method I knew, music. My favorite song began playing as I put in my earbuds. I jammed out as I cleaned up the two guest bedrooms, four bathrooms, living room, kitchen, and basement.
By the time I had finished cleaning it was 9:36 pm. I took a shower and got ready for bed. I sat down on my bed. It's been a year and I still refused to move into the master bedroom. This was my room. It will always be, my room.
A few things have changed since the incident. For one I have a successful YouTube channel. Another is that Dot, my best friend, moved in across the street about six months ago. But a lot of things stayed the same too. Nothing about my appearance changed and neither did my personality or attitude. The biggest change was in the music I listened to. Before the incident, I would listen to what was ever happy and upbeat. Nowadays I find myself listening to bands that have both happy and sad music. Bands that can make me laugh or cry with a simple strum of guitar on a bang of a drum.
I took out my earbuds and drifted off to sleep. My dreams were a mess, like always. They jumped from me knife dancing to images of 5SOS and 1D.

Notes

Hello people
Second one! WOO HOO!
This story is very different then my first story. I hope you enjoy just as much.
well
Bye :-D