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In a very elegant modern take on a medieval gown, Y/n stood in a mirror with the final touches of her makeup being done, and her dress being played with until it looked accordingly.
"You look like a Princess N/n!"
"Are Princesses always this uncomfortable?" She asked, while a lady came up in front of her and pulled up her corset making Y/n gasp out of surprise. "I'm going to be playing for the intro of the show, I'm not posing for a portrait."
"It's so much for a dress I'm going to take off in a matter of minutes..."
"Ah yes! Touch up her make up right there-" Only half listening to the girl standing on the stoop. "What did you say?"
Y/n sighed somewhat agitated. "Never mind."
"My gosh Y/n! Even with makeup on, you still look drained, are you sure you're ok?"
"Yeah I'm fine."
"Whatever you say." The designers continued to work on the dress that she wore and out the finishing touches on it when she flattened her hands against the dress and a small burst of energy flowed from the dress and onto the lady and accidentally shocked her making her yelp.
"Oh my goodness! Are you alright?!" The lady got up nodded and walked away a from her to take a break.
She sighed, and then stepped off the small pedestal, and walked up to the full body mirror to look at herself.
She smiled. "I do look pretty..." and then a small laugh left her lips.
A lady then walked in the door, before with a knock, and then walked herself in as she held an iPad, folders and wore an earpiece.
"Alright ladies, I will be giving you all your car assignments so pay attention." She took the folders from under her arm. "Most of you will be in your own, but others may have a company with them." Pushing up her glasses, she started giving numbers, license plate, and descriptions of their chauffeurs, also giving them a paper file that had all of the information in it. All of the girls and women thanked her, and some screamed in excitement. Y/n took the paper from the lady, and smiled at her. She would be in car number 6, with a woman named Hana Akira. She had brown hair and looked like she was in her 30's.
"Alright, we don't have all night. Show starts in exactly two hours. Here's the deal, you will arrive at the venue, and you will exit your cars in numerical order. You will walk up the stairs to the theatre, paparazzi and fans will already be there so don't freeze and embarrass yourself." She paused and took a breathe. "Victoria you might need to sign some autographs so be prepared for that. Stop, pose, talk to interviewers, stop and pose for more pictures, never be caught of guard." The woman looked down back at her iPad and then shut it closed. "And other than that, the director will tell you the rest, and then curtain time. Got it?" The ladies nodded and then small chatter started again in the dressing room before she left, leaving the door open.
The women started leaving the room with their dresses and gown trailing behind them when Victoria pulled Y/n back before she followed the group out.
"Hey, I'm going to be in car 8, so, you think you'll be good?" She asked linking their arms together while they both walked out of the dressing room to the outside of the building.
"Yeah I think I'll be good. I've don't this sort of this before."
"Alrighty then!" Trying to sound country. "Ugh. I'm so excited. This feels like the Met Gala." Victoria exclaimed as she aggressively pulled up her dress near her chest area, making Y/n laugh.
They got outside to see a line of black limos, many white and black Rolls-Royces. Outside of the cars stood a man or woman wearing dark sunglasses and a suit.
Walking down the line of cars counting, she came upon the 5th car in the line. Y/n walked up to the lady who stood outside of a black Rolls-Royce.
"Are you Hana..?"
"Are you in car number 5?" She nodded somewhat nervous at her intimidating demeanor.
"Ah! Y/n L/n!" Her face suddenly turned from a cold stare to a warm smile that greeted her life a hug. Hana took off her glasses and pushed them up against her bangs. "After you, Madam!" And she opened the door to the backseat of the car and closed it gently after she got seated. Then she walked around the car and got into the front seat and sat down and put on her seatbelt.
"I am your driver Hana Akira, and I will be escorting you to the theatre. Before we actually arrive, I will be making a unnecessary ride around the city before we actually arrive seeing that we are down the street. If you want to ask why, I am not the person to ask seeing as that I do not know either. Please buckle up, and if you have any music suggestions please feel free to play anything. "She handed her an iPad that was plugged up to an aux cord and then brought her hand back into the front seat. "Heating and cool settings are right in front of you. Traffic is light, so this ride will be about 30 minutes, so if you would like to watch something on the screens, all you have to do is click, and the screen will light up like this." Giving an example by clicking on the screen in front of Y/n. "If you have anymore questions, feel free to ask, or just look on the iPad."
And with that Hana put the car in drive, and started down the street abandoning the rest of the cars.
Out of curiosity, Y/n looked around the backseat of the car and admired how nice and well put together it was. In the middle of the backseat was a container filled with ice, and there was also champagne, wine, and other nonalcoholic drinks. Finger sandwiches and small cookies were placed next to the ice container on a beautiful platter.
"I've never been in a car this nice before..." Playing around and tapping on the screen in front of her, also messing with the temperature controls.
"There's also an open bottle of champagne bottle of champagne back there, and champagnes glasses too." The chauffeur added.
"Oh goodness no! I don't drink." Waving her arms frantically in front of her.
"Oh! I'm sorry, most of my passengers usually do."
"Ah, ah, yes. But I am underage." Y/n admitted while she used her quirk to pick up one of the small sandwiches on the platter.
"Oh, yeah? How old are you?" She asked genuinely, before fixing her rear view mirror.
"Oh I'm turning 17 later this year." Y/n took a small bite into the sandwich, savoring it's flavor and delicious taste.
"Ah, 16. Such a young, beautiful age." Hana said reminiscing oh her teenage years. "Yeah, don't take this time for granted, seriously. You'll regret it when you become an old fart like me!"
The young girl in the backseat laughed warmly at her teasing statement.
"Yeah, of course." And Y/n sat back into the seat, played some music and enjoyed her relaxing 30 minute car ride, even though the same statement keep running through her head.
