His eyes widen in shock as I deepen the kiss. The crowd suddenly begins shouting followed by a sudden round of applause.
I pull away and smile as I stare at Masons chocolate brown eyes. They look fragile, like glass.
I grab him by his wrist and pull him down the hallway, leaving the crowd behind, and pull him into my dressing room.
He doesn't speak instead he looks at me still shocked. "W-why-" I smile.
"Because I love you. And I'm not afraid to show the world how much I love you." I say smiling.
He stares at me, frozen in shock. "What about your manager?" He blurts out.
I smile trying to forget about her and how she'll yell at me. "Don't worry." I say and sit down on the closest bean bag. Mason doesn't move, soon enough the room is filled with makeup artists. None of them speak about what happened a couple minutes ago.
Soon enough the internet will be filled with photos of the kiss.
The thought doesn't bother me, their reaction is what I'm afraid of. My personal makeup artist takes a brush and quietly begins placing foundation on my face. I stare at the mirror, staring at my flaws and how makeup can make you look like someone different.
"I'm glad you did that." She finally speaks up. I smile and slightly nod, "but, why?" I ask as she sets the brush down. She smiles and sets her hands on my shoulders.
"Because not everyone has the nerve to come out to the public." She says. "But, you should be more careful when you go out now." She says picking up the brush and gently brushing it near my jaw.
"Oh." I whisper and stare at my shoes.
"Why'd you do that?!" I hear someone yell. I quickly know who it is. Abby. My manager.
I stand up interrupting Amy from doing my makeup. I turn around and stare at Abby as she glares at me, angry.
"Answer me when I'm talking to you!" She yells as I walk up to her. "Why'd you do it?" She asks, her tone stern.
"Because," I say looking her straight in the eyes. "I'm tired of pretending to be someone I'm not." I say and walk out of the room.
"Wait! Ethan!" I hear Masons yell behind me.
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Hazel
Romansa'I understand why he hates his father. He's the man who pushed his wife against the living room walls. The man who shoved his own son in the closet for hours. The reason why Masons mother committed suicide.' ...
