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Nervous was an understatement.
Emina was on edge the whole day getting ready for the awards even though she had to fake it for the camera following her around for her big day.
She felt like she was going to be sick in the car on her way there, her manager giving her a small smile.
"Stop worrying. You'll be fine."
"I don't feel like it. God, I really did not want to go alone through this."
"Wasn't Grant supposed to come?"
"Yeah but there was delays on his flight so he's going to be late."
"Aw. Well don't worry. I'll be here."
Throwing her head back in frustration, Emina groaned, "We both know you're going to bolt the second you see flashes Nina."
"I can't help it!" she protested, "Paparazzi freak me out!"
"And yet you work in this industry?"
"Yes. Behind the scenes. But you have been wanting this your whole life so embrace it. You'll do great."
Before Emina could protest, there was a knock on the door which was their signal that they had arrived.
Taking one last deep breath, she prepared herself to exit the car.
"Knock em dead." Nina encouraged, knocking back, which immediately had the door open, a hand extending out for Emina to grab.
Once she got out of the car, she fixed her dress, going through the red carpet, mentally trying to keep in mind everything she was taught for the night.
By the time she finished she was glad that was over with but knew the scariest part would be next.
The performance.
Luckily for her Grant made it just in time, being easily let in and guided to where she was, stopping when he finally spotted her pacing backstage.
He couldn't find himself to move though, only watching her, taking in her beauty while she remained oblivious to him- until she finally turned around.
"Grant."
She whispered in shock, Grant smiling, "Emina."
Squealing, she quickly ran over to jump into his arms, Grant laughing as he held her.
"It's you!"
"It's you." Grant whispered back, continuing to hold her close.
The two were in their own little world, neither of them saying a thing but looking at each other, taking each other in, completely oblivious to the world around them.
That was until one of the workers who was also oblivious to the scene came over to her, "Emina. You're on in 5."
Pulling away from Grant, she chuckled nervously, taking the mic from the man.
"Is it too late to back out?"
Smiling, he nodded, "Sorry kid. But hey, maybe it'll make you feel better if you just focus on your boyfriend here instead of the crowd. Block everyone else out."
She knew she should've corrected him, but instead she put her ear piece in, "And what about the millions of people watching from home through those cameras that'll be all up in my face?"
"Just think this: what cameras?"
Chuckling, Emina agreed, the man leaving to his place while she turned to Grant.
"Stay in clear sight."
"Copy that girlfriend."
Rolling her eyes playfully, she nudged him before joining the same man, the two making their way to the stage.
Grant did as told, watching her prepare herself on stage, giving her a thumbs up when she looked his way.
And before they both knew it, the TV announcer was welcoming everyone back to the show where Hailee Steinfeld introduced her to the crowd.
Cheering along with the crowd, Grant watched anxiously as the cameras panned over to the nervous brunette who faked a smile as the lights went on and the music started.
As Grant expected, she did amazing, everyone singing and dancing along, everyone even ending up on their feet before the song came to an end.
Proud was just one word to describe how he was feeling as he looked up at her on that stage, taking it all in.
She did it and he loved that he could be there for her through it.
