Old Money • HS

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"Layla! Hurry up, the shows about to start in 5," Adam ushers me to quicken up the process of doing my makeup. I shoot him a small glare and hurriedly put on my makeup.

"Adam, I'm shaking right now. Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner are going to attend this performance. What if i accidentally mess up?" I rant endlessly. Adam laughed at my nervousness.

Adam is my best friend. He has been since we were neighbors in Palestine. Me and him both immigrated at age 16 because of the occupation of Palestine, and flew to Cali.

We both worked on our careers, him becoming a makeup artist and hair stylist, and I becoming a singer and songwriter.

Hence, me and him never got far in our careers. We're  both 19 and intending to live our best life.

"Relax, babe. You'll be fine," He encourages while practically pushing me on the stage. Shooting daggers at him, I walk slowly towards the microphone stand.

I examine the crowd. Surely, there's tons of people here today. But my eyes can't seem to lay on a Harry Styles and his girlfriend, Kendall Jenner. Nevertheless, I start singing.

"Life is awesome, I confess. What I do, I do best." I start and instantly catch the attention of many, in addition to the large amount of people paying attention from the beginning.

"You got nothing, I got tested, and I'm best, yes." I continue, singing to the song i wrote a few months ago. Cheers boost my confidence more than it already is, and i sing my next verse.

"Lay me down tonight in my linen and curls," His eyes. His eyes. They hit me, and I felt weak in my knees. How beautiful they were. Crystal clear, shining emerald in the dark night.

They gazed at me with somewhat hunger mixed with lust. He had a beautiful lady by his side, only thing covering her bare body was a shiny night dress with an oversized baby pink fur coat to fill the look. breathtaking.

"Lay me down tonight, Riviera girls," I gestured for the crowd to make some noise while the beat was approaching, a smile  taking over my face.

"I fucked my way up to the top, this is my show," I pour my heart out gracefully into the mic, the people in front of me happy and content with my work.

I repeat the verse a couple of times, until it changes. Mystery green eyes still has them on me, and I can't help but smirk when his date whines and nags about wanting more attention.

"I'm a dragon, you're a whore. Don't even know what you're good for," I steal her attention, as if aiming my words at her. She sends me a death glare but i stay focused on my song.

The rest of night was spent like this, green eyes  holding a glass of red wine and watching my every move intently, making me uncomfortable.

His, what I assume to be, girlfriend left not later after the first song finished.

I thank the audience for attending and leave hastily. I'm immediately met by Adam, a wide grin plastered on his face. I grin back and squeal in happiness.

"You were amazing babe!" He pulled me into my dressing room, where we could talk in private. "Harry Styles had his eyes on you throughout the whole show!"  He smiled.