The air is dreamy as you step up to the front doors of the basement . You're still a little bit nervous, so you dig into your pocket to look at the invitation one more time.

It reads in black, Helvetica font:

You are cordially invited to a soiree hosted by Demi Lovato to celebrate Wattpad's official birthday party. Dancing, singing and pizza will be plentiful. We do hope to see your delicious face there. November 22nd, 2016 at Evening. Please dress in your best jeans and don't forget your book for the present swap!

You take a deep breath and are about to walk inside, when the door suddenly swings with a ploosh.

You're surprised to see Barack Obama standing there in the flesh, all tall and confident . You're not sure if you have the courage to talk to them right now, so you scurry inside like a dolphin and join the party, making a mental note to drum up a conversation with them later on over chips.

Once inside, the party takes your breath away. Everyone is already sleeping wildly on the dancefloor.

Chandelier plays loudly from the speakers and you can't help but do the Moonwalk. You had always shipped Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom so you're not entirely surprised to see them playing together in the corner. JK Rowling and Kitty are having a rap battle in the centre of the room, while several Pentaholics are gushing over the latest update of Tightly Knit on their phones.

The whole atmosphere is electric. It looks like Potterverse on Venus in the middle of Halloween and you can't imagine anything better.

"Happy Birthday, Wattpad," you say with a smile, "Here's to another 10 years!"

Because I'm jobless but dayum, that must be one hell of a rap battle and a conversation with Barack Obama over chips must be quite intriguing!