Gamer Superstar - Chapter 195

Chapter 195: 195 – Day Off with Ethan
Having a Saturday off after working so long was very relaxing.

A day where I didn’t want to worry about anything, where I didn’t want to practice anything, where I didn’t want to worry about what content I was going to post.

The only “work” I had to do was to send messages to Mark and Frank inviting them to the live show we were doing tomorrow.

I was excited about that, so excited that I wanted to organize it and get more work done, even though I had just released the first episode of the documentary and needed some time off.

Luckily, Selena didn’t let me get involved and told me to just go to the AJP headquarters tomorrow at the appointed time and just be ready to do the show because she and the AJP team would organize it in the best way for me.

From what she told me, this fight I had with Dark Pistol made AJP see me in a different light, paying more attention to my development and seeing more potential to invest in me.

Although the return they were getting from me was still low, averaging just over $10,000 a month when I was doing two or three shows a weekend, they saw that this profit could rise quickly, even more so since I was still only a D-rank artist.

If I moved up to C Rank, that profit would increase a lot, and at my rate of growth, it wouldn’t be long before I reached the level they were hoping for.

Then Selena told me that this time she wasn’t the only one organizing this event for me, but her aunt, the director of AJP SF, had put together a team to help her organize everything in such a short time, both the audio and camera equipment and the stage and decorations, as well as finding sponsors quickly.

Given my commitment to MeTube, Selena told me that it was likely that the sponsorship we would get for this stream would be higher than any amount we’ve ever received for a concert, which got me excited.

Knowing that all of this was happening at AJP because of me made it even harder for me to stop thinking about work and just focus on the rest I needed.

So in order to try and clear my head, I decided to focus on something that didn’t require as much deep thinking.

I just grabbed a small speaker we had and put on some soft, relaxing music while I went to wash the car and my bike.

When Ethan saw that I had my car and bike keys in my hand, his eyes lit up with curiosity.

“Where are you going Noah?! Can I come with you?” He asked excitedly, not even noticing that I had a rag on my shoulder and a bucket in my other hand.

Laughing as I messed up his hair, I explained, “I’m just going to wash the rides, Champ, do you want to come and help me?”

Hearing that I wasn’t going to be riding in a car or on a motorcycle, he was a little disappointed, but still nodded enthusiastically.

“Then change your clothes, put on some lighter, older clothes, because we’re probably going to get wet and dirty doing this.” I said while showing him my own clothes.

At the moment I was wearing a black tank top that, although it was a shirt from my fat days, didn’t fit me as loosely because of the muscles I had developed during that time.

I never stopped my physical training, even though I reduced my weight training, I still kept it at a low intensity, which meant that my body still developed some muscle as the weeks went by.

I didn’t look like a bodybuilder, I looked more like a gymnast, only with my body’s natural muscles developed to near perfection, but without the unbalanced growth that bodybuilders are so fond of.

While I was washing the details on the bike, Ethan was splashing water on the NSX, wearing a black tank top just like me.

Whenever someone walked by on the street, I noticed glances at us, both from people who thought it was cute that Ethan and I were washing the bikes together wearing similar clothes, and from women who were interested in looking at me for a longer period of time, which I didn’t judge, since men did the same thing to women who wore more revealing clothes on beaches or in swimming pools.

There were a few who were less embarrassed and even whistled at me, which made me laugh, but apart from those women, everyone remained respectful and just watched without comment.

Washing a motorcycle was much more complicated than I had imagined.

Unlike a car, which is basically one big closed surface, a motorcycle was open, with very deep places where dirt could get in, and it was much more complicated to clean.

But after a few hours, Ethan and I finished washing them both, and it was very charming to look at these two clean beauties.

[For those who haven’t seen it, the visual representation of the NSX and R1000RR is available on my discord.gg/NunuXD].

“Want to go for a ride, Ethan?” I asked, pointing at the bike.

When he heard that, his eyes lit up as he nodded.

I knew how much he liked riding motorcycles and cars, but especially motorcycles because the adrenaline rush was so much greater than in the car, we were even safer, and considering how wet and slightly dirty we were, it was better to ride a bike that wouldn’t get dirty at all.

Picking up our two helmets, both Ethan and I wore the black helmets with those black tank tops, which matched very well, even looked like we had chosen that color of clothing on purpose.

So, I left the house and started racing through the city with Ethan holding on to my waist just like I taught him, and soon we were in a San Francisco shopping mall.

To thank him for helping me wash the rides, I took Ethan to an ice cream parlor he loved.

I got a simple vanilla milkshake with Ovaltine and Ethan made a giant 5 scoop ice cream!

As I watched him almost topple over each time, I was shocked that Ethan was able to balance it with such ease.

Even though I knew he could hardly eat that much ice cream, I let him have as much ice cream as he wanted because when we came here before, I had almost no money and he just chose the cheapest ice cream to avoid making me spend so much money.

Now that I had enough money, it wasn’t a problem to spend a little more on him.

Taking advantage of the fact that we were already on the street, Ethan and I started walking around the stores while sipping our ice cream and looking at what the stores were selling with interest.

Ethan didn’t show any interest in anything in particular, since as a child he wasn’t likely to be interested in clothing stores, so I just went into the stores, bought the clothes I thought looked nice without even trying them on to see if they fit, and left the stores with Ethan, not taking too long so as not to bore him.

There was only one store he was really interested in, which was obviously the toy store.

But even though he was interested in several things, Ethan didn’t ask me for anything, just looked at the toys with interest before moving on to something else.

Shaking my head at the little boy’s wisdom, I started to pick up a few toys, mainly a red Honda NSX remote control car that fascinated Ethan for a few minutes.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t blue, but that didn’t stop me from buying it for him.

As we left the store, Ethan had a big grin on his face as he held up a bag his size full of toys, which he didn’t want to accept at first, but relented after a little explanation about how we could buy these things now and that he didn’t have to worry.

When I got home, I stayed with him for a while so he could show me him playing with all the new toys he had asked for, until later when I opened MeTube and saw that episode 01 of the documentary had already reached 3 million views, giving me a total of 60,000 subscribers!

At that point, my channel already had 660,000 subscribers, very close to the 700,000 mark, a number I never thought I would reach so quickly.

It was a little hard to sleep knowing that things were going so well with a concert I was going to do for so many people, so I stayed up late getting excited about it.

Luckily I didn’t need that much sleep because of System, otherwise I would have been exhausted and tired the next day.

I grabbed my instruments that I would probably need, waited for Jason to arrive, said goodbye to my family and drove to the AJP headquarters to finally record the show.

Or rather, to do this show live.

This would be the biggest audience I’ve ever performed for, and even though I couldn’t see the people live and hear them sing or scream as I sang, I tried to think of ways to make this show as amazing for me as it was for them.

If it was something really good for my career, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to do it more often.