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

It reads in Cerulean , Garamond font:

You are cordially invited to a soiree hosted by Jason Mamoa to celebrate Wattpad's official birthday party. Dancing, sexting and Tamales will be plentiful. We do hope to see your Witty face there. November 22nd, 2016 at Dawn. Please dress in your best Lingerie and don't forget your sword for the present swap!

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

You're surprised to see Emilia Clarke standing there in the flesh, all hilarious and responsible. You're not sure if you have the courage to talk to them right now, so you scurry inside like a(n) dragon and join the party, making a mental note to drum up a conversation with them later on over creme brulee.

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

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy plays loudly from the speakers and you can't help but do the Cuban Shuffle . You had always shipped Harley Quinn and Joker so you're not entirely surprised to see them Laughing together in the corner. Jane Austen and Leah Crichton are having a rap battle in the centre of the room, while several Directioners are gushing over the latest update of STILETTO SISTERHOOD on their phones.

The whole atmosphere is electric. It looks like Westeros on GRRM's evil imagination in the middle of New Years and you can't imagine anything better.

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