will we talk? {sam fender}

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brit award nominations

song of the year
-will we talk by sam fender and lacy hope
-someone you loved by lewis capaldi
-location by dave and burna boy
-sweet but psycho by ava max
-selfish by lacy hope
-don't call me up by mabel
-lover by lacy hope
-touch by lacy hope

album of the year
-hypersonic missiles by sam fender
-lover by lacy hope
-norman fucking rockwell by lana del rey
-divinely uninspired to a hellish extent by lewis capaldi

artist of the year
-lewis capaldi
-ed sheeran
-dave
-lacy hope
-mabel
-lil simz
-billie eilish
-stormzy

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"jesus christ lac" sam gasps staring at his phone, i've just seen the exact same thing as him on my own phone.

the brit awards are in 3 days and i am nervous as fuck, agreeing to perform will we talk was one thing. but telling the world me and sam are back together is another.

plus i now have the pressure of having six nominations

"you've been nominated four times in the same category, how is that even possible?" sam laughs at me, my jaw is on the floor

"oh my god" i breath out in shock, sam is right next to me on his sofa, my legs on top of his.

"lacy are you still breathing? like are you alive right now lass?"

we are interrupted by dean and sophie running into the room screaming with excitement, sophie basically throws herself on top of me

"six fucking nominations!" she squeals getting off me and standing up, she is dancing around as happy as ever.

"lacy is in shock" sam tells them as dean waves his hand in front of me, my mouth is still fully wide open

"i'm not surprised! six nominations, that's canny that like" dean smiles

i know it sounds bad but the only thing going through my head right now is the worries and anxiety of what people are going to say.

this night is going to mean everything to me, whether i win or not. so much is happening all on this one day that could cause a lot of chaos. i don't know if i'm prepared for it.

and i still need to figure out how i want my hair and makeup.

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"breath, we're going to be fine" sam reassures me backstage of the brit awards. my outfit is skin tight on me, my manager said she was proud of me for losing the weight and people won't have anything to say about my body now.

she is still completely unaware of my eating disorder. that may be a problem.

"holy shit sam we are about to perform at the fucking brit awards" i suddenly smile as someone fiddles with my in ear monitor.

"lacy can you hear this?" a tech manager asks me, i instantly hear the metronome in my ear, i smile and tell him i can which puts him in a good mood.

"right we're live in 2 minutes people!" an announcement comes from around us, mine and sams eyes find each other.

we avoided each other on the red carpet earlier just as our performance is supposed to be a surprise, therefore we didn't want to spark any curiosity in people.

"60 seconds!"

"come here, you look so pretty" sam says to me placing his hands either side of my head, careful not to ruin my makeup "i love you so much and it's going to be ok"

he can clearly sense my nerves as his thumb brushes up and down my cheek before he places a kiss on my lips.

sam gets ready walking on to the stage that is covered with a curtain, the whole band joins him all taking their places. drew on the drums, dean on the guitar, johnny on the saxophone and joe on the keys.

sam also has his baby blue jazz master, i almost feel out of place without an instrument. i know i definitely look out of place anyway as i am the only one in a cool outfit. the rest have just gone for their usual t shirt and jeans.

the music starts to play and the curtain reveals sam and the band, im still hiding backstage waiting for my queue.

but i could not be more proud of sam as i watch him from my position, he looks so happy and the whole of the o2 arena are singing along with him.

"if you dance with me darling, if you take me home, will we talk in the morning?"

i watch as steps away from the mic and the band play a small instrumental as sam introduces me "ladies and gentlemen welcome to the stage lacy hope!"

"they leave" i sing running on stage joining sam, he gives me the cheesiest grin making
me laugh through my lyrics "weave around the nights commotion. and dodge a mexican standoff and catch a cab back to his flat"

the whole of the o2 are screaming, there are lights flashing everywhere and in the distance i can see my dad, sophie, ruby, daisy, shirley, liam and alan all sat at our tables.

my dad is crying, obviously. but i'm hoping they are happy tears.

"sometimes i close my eyes. and sometimes i see your fine!"

sam has moved his guitar now leaving it to dangle from the strap on his body, he has now taken the mic out of the stand and joined me right at the very front of the stage as we harmonise the last chorus.

"will we talk in the morning" we sing facing each other, i don't even think about the fact 20,000 people are watching us right now. his eyes could take me out of any situation.

"thank you brit awards!"