a story about how a fake - turned real - love affair between one very famous singer and one up and coming singer becomes a whirlwind of drama, distractions and difficulties, will they manage to escape unscathed?
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natalie atkins 3:21PM new york, usa.
it had been a couple of months since i last saw shawn, we had finished our little holiday and he went back to rhinebeck to make new music and i was doing my european leg.
but today i get to see him again because it is met gala day, shawn got invited and i was being taken as his plus one, and the amazing vera wang decided that they wanted to make my dress, so i was excited.
shawn was in a hotel room on the floor below mine so we weren't able to see each other but we were going to be sharing the same car to get there.
"stay still!" josh mutters as he was doing my hair, but he kept applying way too much pressure and it was so painful.
"ow! josh!" i cry, pouting which makes him laugh.
"beauty is pain, darling, and this is your first ever met gala!" he tells me, exclaiming the last bit, he was probably more excited than me, "i can't believe you're wearing a vera wang."
"me neither." i tell him, when i found out the news i was in pure shock, vera wang wanted to make my dress, my dress. like what?
"now sit still! i need to pin these in your hair!" he demands in a playful tone which makes me roll my eyes at him playfully.
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"i'm so obsessed with your outfit, it looks insane." michael tells me as i walk out the bedroom to see them in the living room, i smile at his comment.
"i know, i can't believe i get to wear this." josh gestures for me to spin and i do as he says.
"you look amazing." he utters and i smile.
"ok!-" juliana begins, clapping her hands together to create a loud noise, dragging our attention to her, "ready to go?" she asks, directing her stare to me and i nod my head.
"do you think shawn is down there already?" i ask as we make our way to the door, she shrugs her shoulders at my comment, looking down at her phone.
"probably."
we had to walk through the back entrance of the hotel to make sure no cameras caught me in my outfit before i arrived at the met gala so that was interesting, i had two hotel security guards, one in front and one in the back to constantly make sure no one was around with cameras.
juliana also told me that i wasn't allowed to bring my phone or anything that can take any kind of recording of the met because apparently it was private and exclusive as juliana put it.
