❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʙᴀʟʟ, ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʀɪꜱᴛᴏᴛʟᴇ ❞-
Sabrina James, a hopeless romantic songwriter, who writes songs about love but has never even had her first kiss yet and is a best friends with Brady Noon through work. She transfers to Lacey High, moving...
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ｓａｂｒｉｎａ＇ｓ ｐｏｖ— 🌷*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ❝ ❞ HOTEL IN LA; 1:30pm— 2 hours before premiere
I sat in my makeup chair as my hair and makeup stylist, Dina, did my makeup. She was so kind to come down and help me get ready for the premiere. My hair was in rollers as she applied the highlighter on my face. She then started removing the rollers, leaving bouncy blonde curls in place. She fluffs out my hair, creating more volume.
"All done sweetie," She smiles, turning to pack up her things.
I look at myself in the mirror admiring her work. "Thank you so much, Dina. You're the best," I give her a hug, before she rushes off due to another appointment. I removed the robe that was over the dress that I was wearing to the premiere. It was a long sleeveless black dress, with white fabric tied into a bow in the front around the waist. It was pretty simple but still beautiful. Emma wore this amazing emerald green one with black bows draped on the shoulder.
"You looks so good babes," I compliment her.
"Says you, you're stunning," She gasps, taking in my outfit.
We meet up in the car, that takes us to the event. I catch myself staring at Connor who looked lowkey attractive in his outfit.
I step out of the car as we reach the event. I felt a sudden wave of nervousness crash over me.
"I'm so nervous, what if I like trip," I say. Jennifer assures me I won't trip and tells me that I shouldn't be nervous and just enjoy being here. I took her advice as she was right I should just enjoy being here with my friends.
We walk onto the carpet as we were blinded by the flashes of cameras. I smile and pose at some as much as I could see considering how the flashes were coming from so many different angles.
After a while, I had lost track of Emma assuming she probably went to socialise with the other people at the event. I look behind me and see Connor who looks sort of lost. I move closer to him, taking his hand in mine. He looks down at our hands then at me, smiling appreciatively.
I pull him along with me as we pose for some photos. He puts his hand on my waist pulling me closer to him as we smile for the photo. I look up at him admiringly before he looks down at me the same way. A camera must have caught that so I look away.
"Ms James may we ask you some questions?" An interviewer asks, coming up to me.
"Imma go find Brady. You going to be alright on your own?" Connor whispers into my ear. I nod as he slips away from me.
I turn my attention back on the interviewer, telling him that he could.
