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hows one to know?

i know I blab a lot up here about how much i love you guys for reading and voting

BUT 10K READS AND 260 VOTES??!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!!?!??!??!?!?!?!?!?

I THOUGHT THIS WAS GETTING 100 READS MAX AND 10 VOTES???!!

THIS WAS A SILLY PASSION PROJECT????!!!!!!

anyway enjoy this request (slightly edited its not an award show but it is the met gala if you dont like it ill make a diff version at an award show instead, just thought this work better)

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Taylors POV:

I took a sharp inhale as we sat in silence next to each other in the car, the anticipation of the looming Met Gala weighing heavily on my mind. Today was supposed to be glamorous, filled with excitement and fashion, but fate had dealt me a cruel hand – I was sick.

It wasn't just a minor ailment like a sore throat; no, I had been battling waves of nausea and bouts of vomiting. Travis, however, seemed oblivious to my condition. Despite my slightly pallid complexion, I hoped the layers of makeup would conceal the telltale signs of illness. But deep down, I knew it was a futile attempt.

I wasn't prepared to be thrust onto the red carpet with cameras flashing and reporters clamoring for interviews. The thought alone made my stomach churn even more. Tree, our trusted advisor, had advised me to go along with it, emphasizing the importance of maintaining appearances in the unforgiving spotlight of the Met Gala.

As the car came to a halt, the familiar sensation of nausea intensified. It had been years since I last attended the Met Gala, perhaps not since 2016. Stepping out of the sleek black car, Travis squeezed my hand tightly, offering silent support as we braced ourselves for the whirlwind of the evening ahead.

Amidst the cacophony of screams and the relentless clicking of cameras, I braced myself and stepped into the bustling building that housed the Met Gala. The atmosphere was electrifying, charged with excitement and anticipation.

Draped in a short, sage green dress adorned with intricate details, I felt a surge of confidence coursing through me amidst my sickness. Forest green gloves and boots complemented the ensemble, while fake ivy delicately wrapped around me, serving as a playful nod to my song "Ivy." My hair, styled in a sleek ponytail, showcased a forest green bow, adding a touch of whimsy to the overall look. To top it all off, I wore a clock necklace, to embody the the theme "Garden of Time"

As I navigated through the sea of glamorous attendees, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my outfit choice. It was a reflection of my personal style and artistic expression, a visual representation of who I was as an artist. And tonight, amidst the glitz and glamour of the Met Gala, I was here to celebrate not just fashion, but also creativity and individuality.

With each step down the red carpet, I felt the weight of countless eyes upon me, their scrutiny amplifying the butterflies swirling in my stomach. Travis's reassuring grip on my hand served as an anchor amidst the whirlwind of nerves threatening to consume me.

A surge of nausea washed over me, threatening to derail the carefully crafted facade of composure I struggled to maintain. With a silent prayer, I tightened my grip on Travis's hand, drawing strength from his presence as we navigated the sea of flashing cameras and eager reporters.

I posed for photographs with practiced ease, plastering on a smile that belied the churning turmoil within. Each flash of the camera felt like a spotlight exposing my vulnerability, yet I pushed forward, determined not to let my discomfort overshadow the significance of the evening.