I am the Worlds Greatest Entertainer

Chapter 33: Social Six

"Sam, I'm back," I called out as I stepped into the apartment, the familiar sound of FIFA commentary echoing faintly from his room.

The door to his room was wide open, and sure enough, he was fully immersed in a match, controller in hand, eyes locked onto the screen like his life depended on it.

Over the past few weeks, I had been slowly coaxing him into football. 

Since I would be getting into this content and it would be fun to play this with another person.

 I figured it was better for him to be somewhat into it than left completely out of the loop. To his credit, he had taken to it faster than I expected. Watching him now, fully focused, he didn't even glance up—just gave me a silent nod of acknowledgment before returning to the game.

He had already picked a team fairly quickly…and he also got that once you pick a team you cannot just change your team again…He had to be loyal!

Was it a rule? No, but NO football fan abandoned their team when they struggled…and he ended up picking Real Madrid…mother fucker.

Even though I was from London, I liked watching Laliga a lot more due to their more midfield prone play, and I supported Barcelona…and this ass had to pick my rival to spite me…

I dropped my backpack beside the living room couch and made my way to the coffee table, pulling out my laptop and flipping it open. 

I had received an email earlier from the landlord of the content house we were planning to lease. 

He had confirmed that the property was available for a walk-through the next morning. 

Since I didn't have any scenes scheduled on set tomorrow, the director had already sent me home early today. 

That meant the timing was perfect. I could check out the property in person and get a feel for the place before signing anything final.

It also seemed like a good opportunity to finally get the whole group together. We'd all been talking in theory for too long—it was time to move into execution.

I leaned back and pulled out my phone, scrolling through contacts until I landed on Kevin's name. I hit the call, and it didn't take long for him to pick up.

"What's up, dude?" he said casually.

"Nothing much," I replied, smiling. "Just wanted to check in and see how your content creation's going. You've been experimenting with the ideas I gave you for the store?"

"Actually, yeah," Kevin said, sounding more upbeat than usual. "It's going pretty well. I've been getting more comfortable with the whole recording process, and honestly, some of the customer reactions have been hilarious."

"That's great to hear," I said. "If you're enjoying it, it means you'll stick with it. That's the biggest part."

"Yeah, I'm beginning to see that," he admitted. "And I think it's starting to come together."

"Alright, so here's where I check in on the next step," I said. "You should've racked up quite a few clips by now, right?"

"Yeah, I've got a good amount stored," he said. "Nothing edited yet though."

"Perfect. I'll send you a few editor contacts—people I trust. Reach out, negotiate, and see what their rates are like."

Kevin hesitated. "I was actually thinking I might try editing them myself."

"I get it," I said. "Editors are expensive. And yeah, if you're trying to cut costs early on, it makes sense. But listen—if you can afford it, outsource it. Especially since I'm about to post about you on my socials. You're going to get a good chunk of initial traffic, and that momentum is worth capitalizing on with professional editing. Plus, you won't have time to handle it all yourself once we start shooting collaborative content."

"You're not wrong," Kevin admitted after a pause. "And I've got some cash from the store. My dad's letting me keep most of the profits."

"Then it's a good investment. Trust me. You'll thank yourself later."

"Alright, fine," he said, chuckling. "You've convinced me. I'm in."

"Perfect. Are you free tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah, why?"

"The landlord is letting us come by and check out the place. It'd be great to have you there."

"Sounds good. Should we get the rest of the team there too?"

"Absolutely," I said. "I'll text the group chat now. You can follow up if anyone's slow to respond."

"Got it. Alright man, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Later, Kev."

I hung up and stretched a little, already feeling the buzz of tomorrow's possibilities. It was finally starting to come together.

…

The following morning, all of us gathered and made our way to the house we'd soon be moving into. It was still early—just past nine—when we arrived at the property, and the sun cast a warm glow over the quiet neighborhood. 

As the car engines went silent one by one, I took a moment to glance around the driveway. It was big enough to fit all of our vehicles, which was a pleasant surprise. 

I didn't have a car yet, but I planned to collect my license later in the afternoon and head out for some car shopping later today with Dylan and Crystal. 

While the rest of the gang took their time exploring the house—walking from room to room, testing doors, and opening cabinets—I leaned back against the front porch railing and watched them with a quiet sense of satisfaction.

 There was a certain excitement in the air, something between disbelief and anticipation. It felt like the start of something real.

"So, what do you guys think?" I asked after a while, drawing their attention back toward the living room where I had gathered everyone.

"I think it's nice," Samantha said with a smile. "It's kind of surreal, honestly. I'm moving out of my parents' place. Never thought this would happen so soon."

None of them seemed particularly bothered by the fact that I'd taken the master bedroom—the one with the en-suite bathroom. It helped that I was the one footing the bill for the house. Everyone knew that, and no one complained. 

It wasn't arrogance; it was just the practical reality of our setup. I was financing the start of this project, and in return, I had the room I wanted.

Clifford, who had been standing near one of the windows, let out a soft laugh. "So we're really doing this, huh?"

His tone was half in disbelief, half in awe. I understood that reaction. Everyone here was young. Most had never lived outside their family homes, never paid rent, never cooked three meals a day for themselves. 

This house was a leap forward—into adulthood, into something unpredictable. But that was also what made it exciting.

What most of them didn't realize yet was that this venture wasn't just a creative experiment. It was a full-blown strategy. 

Between acting, writing, and content creation, I had multiple avenues to build an audience.

 Even if one side slowed down, the others could keep the momentum going. I didn't need to rely on viral moments to stay relevant—though I wouldn't mind one or two along the way.

"So, what's the plan?" Sam asked, adjusting the camera bag slung over his shoulder. "I brought the tripod and camera like you said."

"Well," I said, walking toward the center of the living room, "I was thinking we could shoot our introductory video for the group channel today. 

Keep it casual, just us talking about who we are, what we're trying to do, and maybe a quick tour of the house."

The group murmured their agreement.

"Also," I added, "did anyone think of a name? I asked you guys to come up with ideas."

There was a brief silence as people exchanged glances. Then one by one, they started listing their suggestions.

"'The Social Six,'" Elizabeth offered.

"'House of Chaos,'" Samantha threw in with a grin.

"'The Content Collective,'" Clifford added.

"'Just Vibes,'" Kevin said.

"... You know what, the Social Six doesn't sound half bad!" Kevin said after thinking about it for a moment.

And with that the Social Six were formed.

After wrapping up our introductory video shoot, we all slumped onto the couches in the living room, pleased with how naturally it had come together. 

The format had been simple enough—each of us took turns standing in front of the camera and giving a short introduction. We talked about who we were, what kind of content we planned to make, and what people could expect from our individual channels in the coming weeks.

Kevin kicked things off, confidently explaining that his channel would revolve around his convenience store, which he had already begun filming content for. 

His plan was to focus on comedic pranks and day-in-the-life moments that captured customer interactions and his own sarcastic commentary.

 He had the kind of offbeat energy that could work well online, and he seemed to be growing more comfortable in front of the camera with every clip he recorded.

Elizabeth and Samantha followed, and both mentioned they would be doing makeup tutorials. I didn't really know how to help them with that. Beauty content wasn't exactly in my wheelhouse, but they seemed confident. 

I figured that with a bit of consistency and some smart posting, they'd do fine. Guys online tended to flock to attractive creators, especially if they were semi-entertaining. 

As long as I pulled my weight and helped bring viewers to the group channel, their own channels would benefit from the exposure.

Clifford's pitch was all about sports gaming—he mentioned wanting to do a mix of FIFA, NBA, and Madden. 

But what really caught my attention was when he and Sam revealed they were planning to start a skit series together. 

Apparently, they'd already brainstormed some early concepts, and they had a natural comedic chemistry. The skits would help add variety to the group channel, and I knew that dynamic duos could really pop off if executed well.

Sam, for his part, said his content would be a blend of gaming and the skits with Clifford. I could see the gears already turning in his head. 

The two of them clearly had plans, and I made a mental note to ask them to draft out a schedule for their uploads. It was important that everyone stayed consistent.

When it came to me, I kept things simple. I introduced myself as an actor and mentioned that YouTube was more of a side hobby with friends. 

I didn't want to lean too hard into my acting career on the group channel—at least not yet. Let the content speak for itself. 

Let the audience discover the connection organically. That kind of thing always played better.

Finally, I explained that this group channel would be where we'd post our collaborative content—challenges, vlogs, house updates, and anything that involved all six of us. It was a short and sweet intro video, barely over a minute long. 

But even as we wrapped it, I knew that one day—way down the line—this clip would end up being one of our most viewed. People loved origin stories. Nostalgia was a powerful tool.

I sent the footage to my editor, Malik Reyes, and shot him a quick message letting him know I needed him to take care of editing the group videos for now too.

Malik had been juggling a lot recently—between editing my daily vlogs, the occasional behind-the-scenes footage from set, and now this group content, he had his hands full. 

I was surprised he hadn't complained, but I also knew I was paying him slightly above market rate, and work in our line wasn't always consistent. That being said, this group content wasn't really his style. 

He was more polished, more cinematic. Eventually, we'd need a different editor for the Social Six. I didn't want to burn Malik out, especially since he was still managing my primary channel.

After the video was submitted, Sam offered to drive me over to the licensing center to pick up my driver's license. 

The process was quick, and a little over an hour later, he dropped me off at a local dealership where Dylan and Crystal were already waiting for me. 

What I didn't expect was to find a couple more familiar faces already there.

"Hey, you made it," Dylan called out, walking over with a grin.

Crystal waved from beside a sleek silver sedan, already eyeing the specs like she was shopping for herself.

But the surprise came when I noticed Tyler Posey and Linden Ashby standing near the lot entrance, chatting with one of the sales reps.

"Didn't expect to see you two here," I said, walking over.

Linden shrugged, giving me a wide grin. "Dylan said you were buying your first car today. Figured I'd come along and make sure you young folk didn't mess it up."

"He's lying," Tyler cut in dryly. "He's just bored."

Linden chuckled. "Guilty as charged."

I laughed. "Well, I don't mind. The more the merrier."

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