Alexander's favorite quote has always been, "I don't give a fuck, I'm living life." So she's always been going through life doing whatever she wants. She grew up in a middle-class home until her father died. She works hard to pick up the extra weigh...
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The younger girl had to tell herself all week, even if she didn't win, the award doesn't make her. It had so many big names without a Grammy, she will have just been one of them.
Billie studied herself in the mirror. The people in the background were a blur. They moved fastly, getting the girl ready for today.
It was finally grammy's night.
Billie was exhausted, mentally and physically, after preparation leading up to today.
"Okay, let's get you in the shirt now." Samantha helped her out of the seat to the middle of the room.
Billie's stomach sank at the realization that they were getting close to the time she needed to leave.
"Your family dressed and waiting."
Billie nodded, her hairstylist brushed her hair after getting on the shirt, they pushed her hands into the gloves quickly.
Billie took a deep breath. She wished they moved slower, her head jerk to the side.
"Are you okay?" Samantha asked.
"Yeah, I'm just a little nervous."
"Are you going to puke? Because the shirt shouldn't get messed up."
"No, I'm fine." Billie rubbed her lips together, they pushed her back to the seat putting on her jewelry.
"10 minutes before we need to leave," Danny shouted.
"Okay, Billie let's get you out of here." Samantha clapped everyone around her disappeared out of the room.
Billie moved out, following behind them to her family in the living area.
"You look dope bil." Finneas punched her shoulder softly.
"Thanks, fin, you look beautiful, Claudia." Billie winked at them.
"The cars are outside, let's go people," Danny shouted.
Billie hurried out with her team.
All week Billie has rushed in and out of places and pushed around.
All she wanted to do was scream, grammy week was the worst thing Billie has experience.
"Okay, Billie, let's go." Danny stepped out of the car.
Billie followed behind him, they were directed to the entrance of the red carpet, her team circle around her doing touch-ups.
"Okay, Billie goes to the main carpet this way and then her family that way." The director pointed.
"Wait, I thought I will have been with my family." Billie frowned, looking at him.
"Yes, you will meet up with them on the carpet but, we need you solo for now."
