Day 1
VIP Welcome Mixers
By Invite Only: Come celebrate the start of TrendCon with our Founder and Host, Kelly “Sparkles” Chemerinsky and other creators like you.
Day 2
Silver Influencers: Secrets to Embracing Your Age
Ever wonder how the most fabulous, seasoned creators do what they do? The internet’s glamparents, Ms. Mini, Buzzy Timmons, and Gorgeous Gregory, will show you.
Day 3
Glitter Extravaganza
More is more when it comes to glam. Learn how to get yourself camera, photoshoot, and night-out ready with Sterling James and special guests.
Day 4
Let the Geek Games Begin
Come show off your trivia skills with your favorite geeks, including super reader Emmie Kristoff, opera baby Pretty Callas, and gamer great Jimi Jester.
Day 5
You Lift, Bro? Powerlifting Exhibition
Don’t be intimidated by the weight room anymore. Let Ande Azad, Dakota Hunter, and Brawny Becks show you what it takes to master those attempts and deadlifts like a pro.
Day 6
(Not So) Pity Party
Parting is such sweet sorrow…luckily, partying isn’t. Instead of shedding tears, let’s send this year’s TrendCon out in style with a farewell pool party. Until next year. XOXO
Day 1: It’s Vegas, Baby
CHAPTER ONE
“Please, don’t freak out.”
“They can’t sit near us.” BamBam’s voice echoed through the entire airport terminal, drowning out my whispered plea for calm.
“It’s not a big deal, Bam—” I caught my grandma’s warning look and switched to her Public Grandma Name, hoping it would magically make her less inclined to turn into a cartoon villain. “Mini, it’s not like she’s sitting next to you.”
“How do you know that?” BamBam growled.
I glanced down at my shoes, unsure if this was a real inquiry or one of my grandma’s world-famous rhetorical questions, designed to get you in trouble. BamBam was a lot of things: a popular #Granfluencer, expert in all things over-fifty fashion and beauty, Chicago area reigning pai gow poker champion, and my biggest fan. What she wasn’t was patient. BamBam suffered fools with about as much grace as a panda in a packed space.After a beat, I decided to take a risk and answer the question. “Statistical probability. There will be hundreds of people on this plane. That, and I’m already in the middle seat.”
“Probability, my foot.” BamBam used her I’m-in-public curse, then snatched up her purse and grabbed the handle of her roller bag. “Out of all the flights leaving Chicago O’Hare, of course she would choose mine.”
So much for calming her down. Exhaling slowly, I tried not to notice that people were staring. More specifically, the two people who had just gotten off the moving walkway. I could almost feel Buzzy Timmons’s eyes burning into me as I hurried to keep up with my grandma.
“Jamie, come here, please. This nice young person needs to see your ticket.” I walked the last few feet over to where BamBam stood laying on the charm with the airline attendant, her slight Alabama accent thick as honey when she was trying to get her way. BamBam winked and smiled at the haggard gate agent as I held out my phone for them to see my boarding pass. “Isn’t it lovely? We were able to upgrade our tickets to first class. This young person is giving us a deal, too. And while you can’t have champagne, you know I’ll have a glass.”
“I think my mama would be disappointed in me if I didn’t give Ms. Mini the very best.” The gate agent smiled.
“Well, Jamie here will have to take a picture of us. You can text it to your mama when we’re done. And you tell her hi from me.” BamBam laughed, and I almost groaned. Of course someone at the airline would be a fan of Ms. Mini’s Makeup Counter. While they chatted, I peered over my shoulder toward the source of our problems.
