Finding My Muse - Nicholas Galitzine

Chapter Eight: MSP

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--Esmerelda's POV--

"You totally like him," Kylie says as I continue putting on eyeliner, "Would it be such a bad thing if you did?" She asks flipping onto her stomach to look at me through the mirror.

"As much as I would love for us to date best friends...I am not into him at all," I assure her.

"He's literally your type though. Kind of an asshole with a musical background," She says making me laugh, "But fine. Maybe you'll meet someone else tonight," She says. I look in the mirror and fix up my lip gloss as Kylie types away on her phone, "I'm envious. I wish I could go," She says as I stand up. I stare at the dress I'm going to wear as it hands from the back of my closet door.

"Harry did tell Nick he has to wear a suit right?" I ask turning to look at her.

"Yes, your prince charming will be here all ready to rock," She says as I thank her. She stands up from the bed and helps me slip my dress on without messing up my hair or makeup. When she zips up the back I feel like I can't breathe as she tightens the corset waist, "All I'm saying is that if Nick isn't into this tonight...he might be gay," She says as I look at her in the mirror.

"I don't want him to be into me tonight. I want him to escort me so I don't look like a loser," I state for the hundredth time that night. I grab my shoes from the closet and slip them on already dreading how my feet will feel at the end of the night.

The two of us walk into the kitchen where she passes me a flask, "I poured some of the good stuff in there...just in case you need the extra little boost to make a move on him," She says.

I glare at her as I shove the thing in my bag, "It's never gonna happen"

"Never say never"

"Alright Justin Bieber," I tease as there's a knock at the door. She starts giggling like a madman before running to the couch to act causal. I walk over and swing it open feeling my heart skip a beat a little, "You clean up nice England," I tell him as he lifts an eyebrow.

"So the jokes have already started," he says as he says hello to Kylie, "Ready to go?" he asks. I grab my phone off the counter before following him out the door. I'm hoping he didn't see Kylie 'sneakily' taking photos of us, "What should I expect tonight?" he asks as I smile to myself.

We walk into the venue after checking in and his eyes are as big as his head. There are people everywhere, drinks are pouring, professors are talking with students, all while students perform on the main stage, "This is the MSP. The best way to make connections in music and the only opportunity to get drunk with the people who teach us," I tell him.

"This is what our tuition is going towards?" he asks as I pull the flask from my bra. He looks at me like he's not shocked at all as I take a sip. I offer him some and he happily takes me up on the boob liquor.

"Part of it. The only reason I came here is to meet some producers from nearby recording studios. Which is part of the reason I got you to come. As much as I hate to admit it...you're good. You deserve to prove that to big shots," I tell him. His eyes are hard to read as they stop looking around the room and land on me. The music around us seems to quiet down when his eyes dip down as I jut my tongue out to wet my lips. His eyes move past my head before someone walks over and stops behind me. I turn around and see Dylan standing with a drink.

"What are you doing here?" I ask as he leans in and kisses me on the cheek. This feels very formal for someone who used to eat expired pizza bagels in my freshmen dorm.