Angel (Reneé Rapp/You)

1

Your POV

"Five minutes."

I rubbed my hands on my pants. We would arrive at the VMAs in five minutes.

"Okay, so again the first thing is the carpet..."

"I know," I cut my manager off with a laugh. "You've gone over this twice since we got in the car."

"Look, this is your first actual carpet. I just want to make sure you won't do anything stupid."

"I'm not going to do anything stupid," I said as I rolled my eyes and looked out the window of the limousine.

Ethan and I had a complicated relationship. On one hand, he's the only one who actually believed in and took a chance on me. On the other hand, he was all about tough love.

I don't think he's actually ever given me a compliment now that I think about it. He treated me like a little kid sometimes, but I knew he meant well.

"I'll go check you in quickly. Stay in here," he spoke as the car came to a halt at a security checkpoint.

I watched as he exited the car and began speaking to security, presumably about who I was and why we were here.

I could see quite a few fans behind the silver barricades. They were looking curiously at the limo, trying to figure out who was inside of it.

It didn't take my manger long to check us in and security to allow us to pass through.

"You're all checked in," Ethan spoke as he reentered the car and we started moving again. "Are you ready to hit the carpet immediately or do you want to take five first?"

"I'm good to hit the carpet," I assured him.

I didn't need to use the bathroom or anything so I saw no reason to prolong the inevitable. The car came to a stop at a few more checkpoints, but it wasn't very long before the doors of the car were opened and I could hear screams.

"Y/n!"

"Y/n, we love you!"

"Can we get a picture, please?"

I waved at the fans briefly before I was pulled to the carpet. There were famous people everywhere, and I almost felt out of place. It hadn't been long since my career had blown up.

I was actually nominated for New Artist of the Year tonight. Was I expecting to win it? No, but it was cool to be nominated either way.

Cameras were already flashing on me and I hadn't posed for a single picture yet.

"You can come on," a kind woman spoke to me, waving for me to continue to walk before stopping me in front of the famous VMA backdrop.

I stood there, smiled, and posed for what felt like forever, but was probably only five minutes. My eyes were beginning to burn, and Ethan seemed to take notice.

He waved for the photographers to get their final shots before ushering me to continue walking.

"Okay, you have a PopCrave interview, but we're going to keep it super brief because they want to fit you for a mic in the next twenty minutes or so."

I nodded, knowing that was the plan anyways since he told me multiple times already. Honestly, he was probably more nervous than me tonight, and I was the one nominated and performing.

The interview, as expected, went smoothly. The girl had actually interviewed me once before which helped a lot.

I couldn't get over how many famous faces were around me. I had already seen Nicki Minaj, Taylor Swift, and Shakira. I hadn't been to an event like this before.

"Y/n," I heard someone call my name, making me furrow my eyebrows as I looked around. "I'm right here."

My eyes brightened when Olivia squeezed through a few people to get to me.

"You have no idea how happy I am to see you," I told her as she brought me into a hug. "How are you?"

"I'm good," she smiled. "You look great."

I thanked her, catching a glimpse of Chase Stokes over her shoulder and giving him a small wave to which he returned.

"You seem to be fitting right in," Olivia commented with a laugh.

"Please," I brushed her off. "I've only spoken to him like twice."

"Hey, babes," a voice came from behind me.

Suddenly, Dove Cameron was giving Olivia a hug. I really had to get used to this because currently I was freaking out.

"I've got to run, but we will catch up later. Okay?" She told her before turning to me and smiling. "Hi, I'm Dove."

"I know," I spoke, shaking her hand anyways.

"I've seen you a few times as well," she told me. "You should follow me on Instagram. I'll follow back when I get a chance later."

I nodded at her request even though I was pretty sure I already did, and then just like that she was gone.

"Are you okay?" Olivia asked me with a laugh.

"Oh, I'm fine," I told her before peeking over her shoulder to see my manager motioning for me to follow him. "I've got to get going though."

"If I don't see you again, good luck," she said, pulling me in for another hug.

"You as well," I told her, kissing her cheek and letting go to follow Ethan.

It wasn't long before I was backstage and they were fitting me with a mic pack.

"Everything looks good," the crew member said before beginning to take it off of me. "I'll write you down for mic E7."

I nodded even though I honestly had no idea what he was talking about. E7? What is this? Battleship?

"We can head to our seats," Ethan spoke as he suddenly reappeared. "You'll be sitting down low. I'll be on the second deck."

"Wait," I stopped him. "You aren't sitting with me?"

Who was I about to get stuck next to?

"No," he said, not skipping a beat. "You're down below with the A-listers. Apparently, there's limited seating. I believe you're next to Sabrina Carpenter and some of her people."

Never mind, I was good.

"Where's Bazzi?" I was bombarding him with questions.

"A few rows behind of you. You'll see him backstage."

I nodded as we walked through a small corridor and suddenly it opened up to the main floor.

"Row 7. Seat 14," he said, handing me a piece of paper that had my row and seat written on it. "I'll see you backstage before you go on. You got this, kid."

I sent him a smile before heading towards my seat.

Here we go.

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