“I can’t believe it! She liked my post!!!” Sheldon shouted from his desk chair inside his studio apartment. There were no roommates to hear, though neighbors beyond the walls rolled their eyes.

Sheldon didn’t mind that he was alone in exuberance. The only one whom he cared to connect with was Her, The Queen of Pop. He was no ordinary fan. Sheldon bled for Her. He lived under the guidance of WWTD, considering heavily the real answer to that in every situation.

The reason Sheldon was so thrilled about his online post being liked was that it was not just words, but a picture of himself, wearing merchandise. That wasn’t the only reason. He had also nominated himself as the president of Her global fan club. Her like was a stamp of approval and a sign of agreement.

Sheldon’s post with only two likes (himself and Her), began to rack up millions. News outlets reported on him as a phenomenon in the pop community, giving him instant recognition amongst any fans who kept up to date.

It was overwhelming. Sheldon had, for years, posted in anonymity. This was a hail mary, and something he’d never done. Even his profile picture was of Her. Being a public figure was nothing he expected. A moment to step away would give him time to breathe and return with a less foggy mind.

There was a coffee shop down the street that Sheldon frequented. Each barista knew his order and were quick to deliver the moment he walked in. They simply put and “S” on the cup and placed it on the counter, knowing Sheldon wanted as little attention as possible.

Away from the counter, Sheldon sat on his phone scrolling through tour pictures and listening to Her newest album. He’d look up every few moments to see if a coffee was placed down. Finally, after a song and a half, it was.

Sheldon reached for the cup sitting on the otherwise empty counter.

“No, bro. That’s mine.” a harsh voice said loudly, trying to make threatening eye contact.

Sheldon’s eyes were down on the counter. “Sorry about that.”

“You see that ‘S’? That stands for Sonny. SSSSonny.” the bully emphasized the S as if he owned the letter, though the coffee actually was for Sheldon.

“Oh, okay, sorry about that.” Sheldon repeated.

“Hey, why don’t you look at me? That’s a little disrespectful.” Sonny looked to a barista to try and drag them in. “Don’t you think?!” they didn’t reply, averting their gaze making a straight line between their lips. Getting no response irked Sonny enough to provoke him further.

As Sheldon backed away slowly, Sonny cocked his arm back and threw it forward to punch. The fist never landed.

Looking up, Sheldon saw a dainty hand holding tight the fist of his assailant. Blonde hair was draped on the back of the head and they stood tall and slim.

“YOU?!” Sheldon’s body felt electric. He watched as his defender turned to face him to see it wasn’t Her. It was another fan, doing what they could to look like Her. Even though he was slightly disappointed, it was much better than being hit.

The situation was deescalated and Sheldon left the shop, thanking the barista. Walking back to his apartment, he approached a busy street. Traffic, however, stopped as he came up against the crosswalk, though their light was green.

Strange, Sheldon thought, then continued on. When he went to open the door to the building, he realized he left the main key upstairs. Before whipping out his phone to call a neighbor to help, his feet were removed from the floor. Quickly, he rose up to the balcony of his place. Below him, hundreds of fans were enthusiastically piling up to assist him.

When he stood on the balcony, Sheldon looked down at the dispersing crowd and said just loud enough to hear, “Wait.”

Every single person in the street stood at attention, as if waiting for a command from their captain. Sheldon realized the power that he had been given. The hive mind of Her fans was at his disposal, and though he wasn’t sure what to do with it yet, he had an announcement for them. They stood in merch, staring with dead eyes and ready bodies.

“Swifties, you may call me… Swifto.”

“Swifto.”

“Swifto.”

“Swifto.”