Forgotten / Georges Mikautadze

3.𝙀𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙋𝙖𝙨𝙩

Anna's POV: 

The airplane wheels touched down softly on the runway at Charles de Gaulle Airport,Paris. I peered out the window at the bustling city of Paris, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. It was my first time in France, and I had a big performance ahead.

As I made my way through the busy terminal, I spotted a man holding a sign with my name on it. He smiled warmly as I approached.

-Hey, Anna! Finally, you're here!-he greeted me with enthusiasm.

- Bonjour-  I replied, trying to hide my exhaustion. - It's great to be here.-

The man introduced himself as Marc, the event organizer. He led me to a sleek black car waiting outside. As we drove through the city, I couldn't help but admire the beautiful architecture and vibrant streets of Paris. We passed by the Eiffel Tower, and I felt a thrill of excitement despite my nerves.

We arrived at a luxurious hotel in the heart of the city. Marc escorted me to my room, which was elegant and beautifully decorated.

- You have two hours to get ready-  Marc informed me. - We'll pick you up for the event then.

I nodded, feeling a surge of anxiety. Singing for a room full of footballers was a new challenge, and the thought of it made my stomach churn. But I was a professional, and I knew I had to deliver my best performance.

I took a quick shower and slipped into the elegant black dress that had been chosen for me. It fit perfectly, hugging my curves in all the right places. I sat down in front of the vanity, where a stylist worked her magic, transforming me into a vision of glamour. My makeup was flawless, and my hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded over my shoulders.

There was no time for a rehearsal, which only added to my anxiety. I paced the room, going over the songs in my head, trying to calm my nerves. When Marc knocked on my door to signal it was time to go, I took one last deep breath, squared my shoulders, and followed him out.

The event was held at a grand venue. As I walked in, I was greeted by a sea of faces, all turning to look at me. The footballers were dressed in sharp suits, and the atmosphere was charged with excitement and anticipation.

George's POV:

Landing in Paris always felt great, especially since I lived here. But today was extra special. I had just finished an amazing season, and tonight was the awards ceremony. I was really hoping to win one of the trophies.

At the airport, I spotted a few of my teammates and other footballers.

- Georges! Over here!- shouted my friends, Kvicha and Zuriko, waving at me.

I grinned and walked over to join them. - Hey, guys! Ready for tonight?

- Totally- said Kvicha, - I've heard there's a big surprise performance for the opening ceremony.

- Yeah, one of the most popular artist is going to sing,- added Zuriko.

- Really? Sounds interesting- I replied, feeling my excitement grow.

We decided to head to the event together, chatting and laughing about the season's highlights. When we arrived at the grand venue, the atmosphere was electric. The place looked incredible.

As we found our seats, Zuriko nudged me -  wonder who the mystery performer is.

- Guess we'll find out soon,- I said, settling in.