The main camera guy (Jerry, really nice actually) motions me over to a brown stool that sits in front of a giant hot pink backdrop.
I smile politely, as I perch on the edge of the stool, trying to hide the wrinkle of disgust on my face from the haughty color.
I absolutely hate pink.
I mean, not all. I once got pink highlights when I was in high school.
I dislike the hot, pompous pink that resembles unicorn barf.
Yes, it looks like unicorn barf. I have no idea what's going through Abby's mind. (She chose it)
The camera lens focuses on me. One of the men behind the camera holds up a huge cue card for me to read. (Yes, I'm one of the ones who can't improvise on their own.)
"Three, two, one..."
I smile into the camera (or at least, it looks like it, I'm really reading my cues.) and start.
"It's just so crazy... I'm going to be dancing in front of Harry Styles, my FAVORITE singer in the whole entire world!!!" I choke back laughter and continue, "I would literally give ANYTHING for him to like me! I feel like I might just FAINT right there on the stage!"
I can't take it. I burst out laughing. It's just so funny! Winter was right, they pulled the fainting line.
I hear one of the camera men groan.
He's not being unreasonable, I constantly do this.
For some reason I dissolve into hysterics, or something, it's horrible.
Although, most of the crew know not to push it, I often hear an annoyed grumble or two.
Oh well, lol.
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Dancing Into His Arms (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)
FanficHe literally starts stroking his freaking chin, peering at me from under his dark sunglasses; attempting to look like that sexy bad-boy in the movies, I assume. But... I mean... what the heck, man? Just an hour ago you were skipping around on stage...
