Spotlight

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here is tristan on the red carpet, just imagine its a suit pls & thx.

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Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months and before we knew it we had wrapped up an entire season of Spotlight. Although it was bittersweet, it created an ending that left so much up to the viewers imagination. It also created a perfect path into another season.

We had been predicted to reach about eight seasons with the storylines that were produced for Spotlight, but from just one season I didn't think I could honestly do this for seven more years or play this role for much longer.

Tristan pulled up to my hotel at around six p.m. in a shiny black limousine. There was no use him coming up to my room just to collect me, so he text me when he was out the front. I made my way down the elevator and prepared for what tonight could have held.

It was the premiere party for our show, where we were going to celebrate the wrapping up of the first season, but also the premiere of the first episode. Tonight at eight thirty the show would premiere on FOX for millions of people around the nation.

The door on the limo popped open and Tristan lowered his head so that he could make it out safely without a head injury. He was in a black suit with a white shirt. I was surprised he could tie his tie up properly.

The entire ride to the studio we drank champagne in the back of the limo, laughing about all the times we had messed up filming, or had accidentally been not paying attention to one another in a scene.

When we rolled up to the studio, it had been decorated with a red carpet. It took me back to the last time I was on red carpet, where I won back Tristan's heart.

The door opened and revealed the outside world of cameras and other cast members walking before us on the red carpet. The dress I was in was golden and shimmered whenever I moved.

Tristan got out first and held his hand out for me to grab. I knew he had me even if I tripped and fell or made a fool of myself. Whatever I did, he would do too.

When I stepped out of the limo, I was near blinded by the white of the camera flashes in our faces. It was hard to smile but also not pretend my vision had just been impaired. We continued to walk with our fingers intertwined in each other's. He made me feel like there was nobody else on the red carpet except for each other, and the cameras were just for show.

With every glance, and every smile I realized I was falling in love with him ever so slowly. He held me on his side the entire red carpet and let me have my moments when it was appropriate. We reached the end of the line of cameras and red carpet, where there was a door to the right that we followed everyone through.

Tristan pulled me closer to his side and tilted me to face him. He softly kissed my jaw as we prepared for one of the biggest nights of our careers.

When we walked in the room was already full of people in classy dresses and holding glasses of champagne in their hands. The room had a loud vibe as everyone conversed with those around them. Tristan took my hand as he led me to the front of the room where he collected two champagne glasses before handing me one. I took a quick sip and let the sweetness ooze down my throat.

"Mae, Tristan! The stars!" someone said from behind us. We turned around to see a few cameramen from Clevvernews, who were a celebrity news outlet. The camera zoomed in our faces.

"Hello!" Tristan smiled, taking a sip of the champagne glass.

"How are you two doing tonight?" the female interviewer asked. She had short blonde hair and glasses. Her skin was a faint orange and her white teeth glowed when she opened up her mouth to smile.

"I'm doing well, excited I guess!" Tristan laughed, looking down at me as if cueing me to say something.

"I'm excited too, I can't wait for people to see what we have produced over the past twelve weeks, I think people are going to enjoy it," I exclaimed. Tristan's spare hand raced up and down the back of my dress, away from the cameras. There was something special about him that always ached for some sort of physical contact with me.

"What can viewers expect from the first episode?" she asked into the big, black microphone and then held it out in between the two of us.

"I think just except a whole lot of teen drama, and romance at the same time. It's definitely a good show," I smiled. Of course I'd say that. How was I supposed to know it was a good show?

"Can we expect a season two? Or is it early days?" she asked another question. Once again she held out the microphone to us.

"It's extremely early days to know if there will be a season two, but I think we're aiming for that. Of course we have to see how people perceive it, but we imagine it will go pretty well ratings wise from all the publicity it's had before it even aired," Tristan praised the show. I smiled towards him as the lady and the camera crew thanked us for the quick interview.

The night progressed along quickly, and we all watched the live television premiere in the same room where the pilot originally premiered. By the time we all exited the building to go to our separate homes, social media was buzzing about the airing of the first episode.

Tristan followed me to my limo, as we had arranged to both go back to my hotel tonight – which would be strange, because this would be the first time in a while I would be sleeping in the same bed as him.

I checked my Twitter on the way home, and scrolled through the worldwide trend #Spotlight. It had been received widely positive.

'SO MUCH LOOOOVE FOR THE ROLES THAT MAE AND TRISTAN PLAY. ON SCREEN CHEMISTRY IS A 10/10.'

'okay but why am I already obsessed when it has been one episode?'

'Tuesday's cannot come fast enough. ugh.'

'WHERE HAS THIS SHOW BEEN ALL MY LIFE?'

'tristan dawson as nate baxter makes me feel like im thirteen years old again and fangirling over a new obsession.'

I smiled as I read through more of the tweets, noticing that most of them were directed at Tristan. Many news outlets and entertainment magazines had tweeted with great praise directed at the show.

"What are you smiling at?" Tristan asked as he looked at me from the other side of the vehicle. My face was glowing in the reflection of my phone screen.

"People love the show," I grinned, turning my phone off and meeting his gaze.

He smiled back at me, flashing his bright white teeth. When we arrived at the hotel, we both made it up to my room as if we were both tired and slow – because that's how we both felt.

Tristan was in bed just before midnight, but it took me nearly an hour to clean all the makeup off my face. I changed into a pair of silk pajamas and snuck under the sheets without waking him up. I lay still on the other side of the bed and turned over so that I was facing him.

He was deep in sleep, with his mouth open and soft snores were erupting from his mouth. I questioned for a moment whether I should wake him up so that we could talk before falling asleep again. I decided to leave him be and instead shifted under the duvet towards him. In the midst of his sleep his arm wrapped tightly around my stomach.

It felt like old times, when he used to hold me until we both fell asleep. I closed my eyes and imagined the next few months and what they held for me and him, but more importantly all the things we would have to face.

There was just so much that came along with this lifestyle, and as I looked back at him in the darkness, I hoped we would be able to make it through anything together.