Catching Kelce

ESPY Awards

Los Angeles
July 2023

Travis

As I pulled up to Dua's house in the sleek sprinter van, anticipation coursed through my veins like electricity. Tonight was the ESPY Awards, and I couldn't imagine a better date than Dua. Stepping out of the van, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of spending the evening in her company.

As Dua emerged from her house, my breath caught in my throat at the sight of her. Her new red hair cascaded in waves around her shoulders, framing her face like a halo of fire. And in her stunning red dress, she looked absolutely breathtaking, every bit the epitome of elegance and grace.

"Dua, you look absolutely incredible," I breathed, my voice filled with genuine awe.

She flashed me a radiant smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Thank you, Travis. You don't look too bad yourself," she teased, her voice tinged with warmth.

As she stepped into the van, I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, mesmerized by her beauty. With a smile, I offered her my arm, feeling a surge of pride as we embarked on our evening together.

On the drive to the awards we caught up with one another what's been going on. I've been very bored in California besides going to the gym. Dua told me her new look is inspired by her new era of music. I open a bottle of champagne for us to start off the evening. The rest of the drive is filled with Dua singing along to the music on the radio. She just sings so effortlessly.

As our sprinter van pulled up to the red carpet for the ESPY Awards, the flashing lights and clamor of the paparazzi engulfed us like a whirlwind. I could feel the tension mounting in the air as they pressed in around us, their cameras clicking incessantly as they clamored for the perfect shot.

Instinctively, I reached out to shield Dua from the frenzy, my protective instincts kicking into overdrive. "Hey, back off!" I shouted, my voice cutting through the chaos as I stepped forward to confront the paparazzi.

Though the paparazzi seemed momentarily taken aback by my outburst, they quickly resumed their relentless pursuit, their cameras continuing to flash as they snapped photo after photo.

Dua remained calm and composed as she stood by my side. With a reassuring smile, she placed a hand on my arm, her touch grounding me in the midst of the storm.

Together, we navigated the sea of flashing lights and probing lenses, determined not to let the paparazzi dampen our spirits. And as we finally made our way down the red carpet, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride with having Dua on my arms.

Paparazzi asked for solo pictures of Dua and she declined saying "this is Travis's night! I'm just his Barbie tonight!" Which causes them all to laugh. She's so good at handling the press.

I spotted Patrick and Brittany amidst the crowd. With a grin, I nudged Dua gently and nodded in their direction.

"Dua, look who's here! It's Patrick and Brittany Mahomes." I said. Pat is like a second brother to me. He's the best night end in thr NFL.

Turning to face them, I approached the couple with a warm smile. "Hey, Pat Brittany, it's great to see you guys here." I greeted them with a hug.

Pat flashed his signature grin, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Travis, good to see you, man. And this must be Dua," he replied, extending a hand in greeting.

Dua smiled warmly, shaking Patrick's hand with enthusiasm. "Hi, Patrick and Brittany. It's a pleasure to meet you both." she said.

Brittany's eyes lit up with excitement as she clasped her hands together. "Oh my gosh, Dua, I'm such a huge fan of yours! Your music is incredible," she gushed, her admiration shining through in her voice.