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warning: food restrictions/ calorie counting
SHE BLINKED, quickly and repetitively, eyes burning as tears threatened to fall and trail downward. Stella stared at the ceiling, partly because it help keep the tears at bay, and partly because the blank canvas of onyx was a welcome change from all the bright lights and colorful clothing she'd been dealing with for the last ten months (and, quite frankly, a majority of her life).
"What the hell happened?" a voice demanded from her left. The person was still far from the brunette; but judging by their thunderous footsteps, they were walking in a brisk pace with the intention of changing that.
Stella tilted her head sideways, only to be faced by her agent Colin Reeves. An angry expression seemed to have embedded itself in his features, looking particularly intimidating wearing all black. The brunette, however, was not fazed. In fact, she gave him an excited grin.
"Colin!"
The man in question stared incredulously at her, in awe that she could maintain such an upbeat front when she was literally holding an ice pack at the back of her head. It was clear that it had been a long night for everyone in the area. People, wearing black T-shirts with words such as 'LIGHTS & SOUND,' and 'PRODUCTION,' printed in white at the back, ran around. They still made a point to avoid bumping into each other, but it was obvious that everybody was panicking.
Stella was still smiling at him, which only increased his worry that she was suffering from brain damage. The brunette, once you've overlooked her worrisome state, looked absolutely stunning. Some sort of corset donned her torso, green vines and floral patterns engraved fashionably into the black, sheer fabric, a thick studded belt halting just below her stomach. The lack of coverage certainly did her well, her perfectly sculpted abdomen on display, looking flawless and smooth. She wore a pair of black tights, which showcased her toned legs. Ruffles in the same dark shade flared out to form bell bottoms. There were a few holes in the leggings, formed by the lace around both of her thighs. Something close to a cardigan without the sleeves hung from her build, the nearly see-through fabric fanning out on the leather couch she sat on. There were also a few chunky bracelets on her wrists, the designs looking similar to the choker she around her neck.
"What are you on? I leave for one second and you're already injured." Colin squinted his eyes, now standing in front of her. He crouched down, both hands coming up to inspect the back of her head. Stella let him, scoffing at the implication that she did drugs at such an important event.
