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Front row. That's where I stood as I admired the strobe lights and the aesthetic of the stage in front of me. Although, I was more fond of a certain brunette- watching in awe at how effortless her body swung in circles and how her hair naturally added the graceful touch to every move she made. Her hazel eyes played as a window to her soul, and it was natural for most of the people here to practically faint at the mere sight of them. Compelling, alluring, hopeful, enchanting...
That girl? That girl was my girlfriend. Camila Cabello.
Her tan-skinned body flawlessly followed the tempo of the song that blared over the loud speakers, the sound of harmonies adding an essence that everybody came here to enjoy. I watched her intently, a small smirk playing along my lips as I thought about how lucky I was to wake up to her every morning, despite being crammed in a bunk on a tour bus. None of that really mattered much to me though, I'm certainly not complaining. I could gush about it all day and all night, and I could revel in the feeling of her warmth comforting my very existence instead of the thick ass blanket we bought at Walmart weeks ago.
As Camila brought her body down to the floor, initiating a dance routine that was obviously planned as the dance was being performed by three of her bandmates, her eyes met mine. It was only a split second that I froze in my spot, it was only a split second that my heart skipped a beat, and it was only a split second until I could react. I waved frantically in the hazel-eyed girl's direction, acting as the supreme fangirl would in hopes of getting a reaction I simply craved for.
My wish was granted as Camila shook her head with the brightest smile known to man, lifting her body up as she did so, a laugh emitting from her lips as the corners of her eyes wrinkled up with joy. I grinned, shooting her a wink as she stood back up in her place. Camila sent me a wink in return, along with a blow of a kiss before continuing on with Fifth Harmony's set.
I sighed, licking my lips at the plain sight of her. She was majestic and a full package, a package I didn't mind exploring and ripping open from time to time. Camila was not like any girl you could ever meet. She was beyond outspoken- she could show her concern within' seconds, she could decipher one's thoughts and moods by staring them down with her soulful eyes, she could just about do anything.
"With this platform I have, I try to take advantage of it a lot- usually for the sole reason in educating and reassuring the people that praise my work in this industry. The girls and I reach out to so many woman around the world, and I want them to realize their importance as a female. There's only so much I can do for so many of our fans around the world, and I cannot bear to think that if I hadn't said anything at all, that they would make the wrong choices in their lives. I realize how valuable it is to be in my position. I don't take fame or reputation as a way to make money, aside from it being my job as a musical artist to make tracks that I find real and to provide for myself and my family, but I think it's genuinely important to connect with those who struggle." Camila explained, her hands moving along with every word she enunciated as she gestured to the interviewer beside her and the camera that stood tall on a stool.
