Ariana Grande, 26, world renown & grammy nominated singer.
Some- most say she's a heterosexual woman. Of course. Being that she's only ever dated men. Publicly.
I wouldn't be so quick to put a label on her. Any type of label. Except maybe my best friend.
And it's so weird to think that I looked up to her, seeing her echelons ahead of me just like everybody else not too long ago.
Oh my god, Ariana Grande...How did we get here?
Paris, France..
"Look- you have a sexy fucking walk, you look great in my clothes, you smash it every time so go out there and do what you do." He nitpicks at my hair for only a second before grabbing me by my shoulders and facing me toward the catwalk's entrance.
"My nerves are out the fucking roof. My god." I shake my head and exhale through my nose.
"What? What is the issue? You're gonna kill it out there again and again and again why are you acting like this?" He exhales dramatically.
"Olly you know my nerves come with this shit don't act brand new." I roll my eyes and he laughs. "Bitch it's fucking Pharrell n' Rihanna n' shit out there!"
"Bitch you're standing in front of Olivier Rousteing!"
"Olly hush."
"Well you better work those nerves out in the next 2 minutes. Cause the show will be starting and you will be seeing all my special guests at the after party that is mandatory for you to attend honey. And the guests include 'Pharrell and Rihanna and shit'." He pats and rubs on my shoulder laughing tauntingly in my ear.
"Well I wouldn't dream to miss your after party anyways-"
My nerves were only distracted for a millisecond before I hear Crazy by Doechii bumping through the monitors, which is our opening walk song.
"Your cue. Get your face on, and start walking NOW!"
I have no time to fight my instincts even a little bit. I do exactly as he says. Nerves aside..This is my domain- this is where I absolutely thrive.
The passion pumps through my veins ferociously with every step I take- I may have been nervous before, digesting that some of my idols in music and fashion are observing my every move but they're in my house right now as far as I'm concerned. That's what I have to tell myself.
The thrill you feel in the moment fills you up but it gives me so much adrenaline I'm really only left with gaps of what I remember once it's done. Before you know it, I'm already at the after party. It's almost like a black hole, being up on that walk.
The haze only fades as our car arrives to the afterparty's venue; the sudden stop in movement takes me out of the corners of my sub-conscience but even then I don't really remember walking into the place or who I was even with.
But I am eventually reunited with Olly as we are ushered into the VIP section.
"Why is every famous person on earth in here?"
