Love me like for the first time

Picture, picture, picture

Instead of going to Sarah, you find the nearest free table, take another glass of champagne and enjoy it by yourself. It works for a few minutes, you're enjoying the chaos around you, but someone disturbs you.

"I am sorry to interrupt, but may I have a few questions?" a young tall and very energetic man asks you putting his notebook and microphone on the table. You don't respond, just move your glass closer to yourself so he won't spill it. He is staring at you waiting for an answer "What would you like to know?" you take a sip of champagne.

He smiles, opens his notebook, and clicks with his pen. "Do you expect to win tonight?" he puts on a serious face and you smirk "You won't be easy on me will you?". You wait for his answer, but he doesn't respond. He is looking at you, trying to imply you to say more. "There are nominated amazing actresses in my category, that had done breathtaking performances, so if I win, by a chance, I will be very honored and pleased." you look at him generously. "And do you expect your partner to win?" he asks writing something into his notebook. "Well yes, I do expect her to win," you say searching the area with your eyes for Sarah. "So you think that the other actresses were not as good as her?" he asks with a sharp look. You start to get uncomfortable so you annoy your tone "She will be always the best for me and I will be her no. 1. fan, so yes I think that they weren't as good as her, but..." he cuts you off "Would she say the same about you and your performance?". You strict your face "But I think they all did amazing and worked hard and I'm also not a judge for a reason, so I would rather leave this up to them" you say resentfully, finishing your champagne, leaving the empty glass on the table and walking away.

"A$$hole" you mumble. You want to find Sarah, but the place is so crowded, that after a few minutes of searching you give up. You take out your phone wanting to call her. "Oh my god, y/n! How are you doing?" someone touches your arm. You quickly lift your head to see who it is. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you." she squeezes your arm. It's Portia de Rossi, "Oh, no it's fine I was just focused so..." Ellen cuts you off "Where's Sarah?". "I've could ask the same question, I was just about to call her." you show your phone. "Are you preparing something for her?" you laugh.

"I would never." Ellen laughs and walks away to talk to someone. "I'm doing great thanks for asking, what about you, we haven't talked to each other for ages." you turn to Portia. "That's right, we should meet up sometime and I'm great too actually." she laughs. "I saw your movie and you were outstanding." she gets a little more serious. "Thank you, I appreciate that, but may you excuse me for a minute I think I really should call her." you smile culpably. "Of course" she smiles back. "I'm sorry." "Don't worry about it, it's fine" she laughs.

You dial Sarah's number. After a few rings she picks up:

"Hello?"
"Sarah? Where are you?"
"Honey?"
"Yes, where are you?" you shout trying to get out from the crowd.
"I-, I am-, I don't know, but Amanda is here, Jessica is here, Ryan is here. You should come."
"Babe, are you drunk?"
"What? No, I'm not."
"So where are you?" *crunches* "Honey? Sarah? Are you there? hello?" it cuts.

"Amazing" you put your phone down.
*Should I call Ryan or Amanda?* you want to find them in your contacts, but your mobile turns off. "F*uck" you curse loudly and everyone looks at you. You just roll your eyes and walk away, you wanted to find Portia again, but she was already gone.

After a few minutes, all the reporters left and just a few photographs stayed.

You walk on the other side looking for Sarah when you finally see her. She sees you too and runs towards you. "I'm sorry, I tried to call you, but..." you cut her off "No it's fine, it's my fault, my phone died.". She holds your hand and leads you to her friends.

You greet all of them and you have a great time talking. After some time Sarah's co-stars disturb you. You don't mind talking with them, but they attract attention. Some photographer wants to take pictures of them and they agree. Sarah looks at you asking if it's okay and you nod.