cliché [l.h]

1. nominees

sienna

"and lets have a look at the nominees..."

i'm not going to lie, i hate award shows. i hate the prejudice of them, i hate the idea of them and i hated the execution of them. sadly however, i do understand the point of them. they created a media frenzy, you can't go on twitter around award season without being bombarded by trending topics and what was she wearing articles. don't get me wrong, i used to love them. on tv they always looked like so much fun but that's because they skip out all of the long, ridiculous pauses and disappointed faces. if you think the commercials breaks are bad, then you should sit through some of the acceptance speeches before they cut them down - it's excruciating. add in some shitty, chart-topping music and you've got a night that you'll never get back. if there's anything i've learnt in my career, it's that preparation is key: always bring a friend and as many snacks that can fit into a chanel clutch as possible.

me and my best friend iris were secretly eating mini chocolate chip cookies under the table as the same old nominee film clip (featuring the same old nominees as in every category) was played in the background. i couldn't really remember what award we were on - i think it was supporting actor (?) - but i already knew that i didn't really care who won..

"and the winner is... " iris and i timed the dramatic pause the host puts in.

they announced the winner and some guy i'd never heard of took to the podium with fake surprise on his face.

"16 seconds" i whispered to iris " that's got to be some sort of record!"

"i don't know, the nights not over yet, i still say there's gonna be an over 20 seconder" we both chuckled and then shifted our attention to the winner.

" ... i would like to thank my mum, my dad and my sister for everything they've done for me- and all the amazing cast and crew on this film, i couldn't have done it without you. it was such an honour to have even been nominated amongst the other guys up there and honestly i never even imagined anything like this could have happened. " (then why did you have a speech prepared?)" i put so much hard work into this production, it was an emotional roller coaster, a true journey and i just want to say thank you to the fans for making this all happen. thank you all, i love you. "

i tried to stifle my laughs at the cliché phrases and cheesy lines but i ended up having to bite my lip to stop any noise coming out of my mouth. i heard a snicker from a couple of tables over and took comfort in the fact that someone else found these types of things as funny as i do. i silently praised whoever did this as it took the attention off my not so quite giggles and onto their even less quite laughter. everyone surrounding us looked around for the culprit but it was quickly forgotten as the next nominees were announced.

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11 packets of mini cookies later and it was finally over. a woman in a sparkly leotard ended the show with a disturbingly catchy song that i'd definitely heard before. as much as i wanted to go to sleep in preparation of the full week of more sleep approaching, iris dragged me back to our hotel room so we could get ready for the after party (basically an excuse for everyone to wear another pretty dress that costs more than a house, for the winners to gloat and most importantly, to drink). being 20 i couldn't legally drink in america yet but it wasn't hard to get some champagne at events like these, and as i'm actually british and have been legally drinking there for years i don't think there's anything really that unlawful about it to be honest.

anyway, we were welcomed into our suite by our 'glam squad' who quickly got to work on our appearances. i was put in charge of music and after deliberation put on some ac/dc to wake us all up a bit. after what felt like days but was realistically about an hour, we were pushed into a car to take us to the after party which wasn't too far away.

"you know what's weird?" i turned to iris

"what?" she replied while scrolling through instagram.

"that we eat pizza from the inside out" her brow furrowed as she looked at me with utter bewilderment.

"what are you even talking about sylvie?"

"i was just thinking it's weird, isn't it? like clearly it is structurally vital to eat it from the inside because of the crust and the toppings and all that... but when are we taught that? who taught us that? why does no-one question it? " 

"you are questioning it... right now" she replied, like a smart-ass.

"yeah but i'm 20... it's taken me 20 years to realise how weird it is. have you ever questioned it?" she looked at me for a solid 30 seconds before turning back to instagram. "didn't think so" i said triumphantly.

"you are so weird sienna" she muttered to herself, shaking her head.

"i'm gonna go ahead and pretend i didn't hear that" i smirked, dramatically facing away from her.

"why bitch, i meant for you to hear it" she said getting close to my face, her eyes gleamed with humour.

"are you starting on me? do you wanna take this outside"

"anytime, anyplace- imma beat the crap outta you" we were now facing each, our faces practically touching whilst making very direct eye contact with each other, our faces dead serious, challenging the other into who will break first. her face began to twitch into a fit of laughter and i couldn't help but join in, both of us pissed ourselves and rolled around in the backseat. none of that was funny. literally none of it, but because we hadn't slept in almost 2 days anything anyone said was hilarious. i needed some coffee.

after a quick detour to dunkin' donuts to get some coffee we finally arrived at the party. as soon as i stepped out the car, the noise from the fans and paparazzi doubled. screams, flashes and stupid questions were all being thrown in my direction and even though i'd had this for a bit of time, i still wasn't accustomed to all the attention, i mean all i really do is pose for pictures and walk a bit. don't get me wrong, i am so fucking thankful for where i am and what i've become and i do work really hard for it but it's still weird to think that people actually know who i am.

"sienna, sienna over here"

"smile for the cameras"

"are you pregnant?"

"are you married?"

"are you drunk?"

"are the rumours true?"

"who are you wearing?"

" who are you dating?"

"congrats on the cover!"

i tried to be as polite as possible as i walked through them all into the party, i smiled and made weird faces at very opportunity. as soon as we got inside we were directed towards the "place where it's all at" (those eloquent words i quote from iris reid everybody). i could hear and feel the pop music blasting from the speakers, although it's not my favourite genre on that occasion it filled my body with excitement and adrenalin. the entrance was shaking with the sheer volume and magnitude of the party inside, our eyes sparkled with the prospects of  the night. iris and i shared mischievous grins before entering the lavishly decorated area. i didn't know if it was just the tired talking but i think i knew that that night was either going to be amazing or shit. i just couldn't decide which one .

a/n

sorry it's awful

k xxxxx