Famous (Jack Gilinsky)

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"That was brilliant, darling, absolutely fantastic performance," Eliza coaxes, grabbing my arm and pulling me into a hallway, past dozens of pop stars I wish I could say hello to.

I was new to this whole scene. I just stepped off the stage at the Kids' Choice Awards (wow!) where I sang my new single, Waiting, which has been climbing the charts. I didn't expect to become one of those pop sensations, but it seemed like I was on my way.

"You have the after party with all the other performers," Eliza, my manager, mentions, and stops outside of my dressing room. "Get changed. When you get there, mingle. Don't do anything stupid, but get to know some of the people you're going to be making a name with. Great job, kid."

And with that, I was alone. I stepped inside the dressing room, finally able to take a deep breath. That was surreal. It was my first huge performance, and I don't know if it's because of the adrenaline rush or whatever, but I feel like I could run a marathon. I grab my phone from the counter and scroll through various twitter mentions and such, looking for the texts from my family. I smile when I see a video from my mom of all my brothers and sisters dancing and singing along with my performance on the tv. I wish they could've been here.

I take a look at myself in the mirror. I barely recognize my own appearance behind the mask of makeup on my face, and the sparkly two piece outfit my management made me wear. For the "image". Yeah.

At least I could wear what I want to this after party. I slip off the two piece and replace it with similar black one. Much better. I decide to leave my brown hair in it's Long Beach waves, and I head to the party.

Once I get to the club in this venu, I have to blink to adjust to the dark light. I see tons of people dancing, others talking quietly on velvet couches, and lots more congregating by the bars. I'm not sure where to go.

I decide to make my way to the bar. I'm only 20, and although I know getting my hands on alcohol won't be a problem, I decide that I don't feel like drinking tonight. The bar just seems like a safe spot to be right now.

I make my way over and lean cautiously against the bar. Not many people are congregating here any longer; most have made their way to the dance floor. I take a sip of the Diet Coke I ordered and sigh. I wish I knew more people here.

I look to my right where I see a blonde boy ordering a drink, and I squint. He looks familiar. I quickly identify him as Jack Johnson, one of the infamous Jack & Jack duo.

Before I have a chance to introduce myself, I hear my single come pounding out of the dj's speakers, and I cringe. Definitely don't want to go dance to my own song. Guess I'll stay by the bar.

I feel a presence to my left, and suddenly a voice speaks softly, "Great song, Tennessee Williams."

I look over to meet gorgeous brown orbs, and I realize I'm standing beside the other Jack, Jack Gilinsky.

"Thanks," I mumble awkwardly, and take a long gulp of my Diet Coke.

"Rum and Coke?" Jack asks, grabbing my drink and taking a small sip. He grins. "Nope, just Coke."

I blush. "I'm not really feeling the whole alcohol thing tonight," I say, and nervously play with my hands.

Jack nods. "Me neither," he says, gesturing his drink towards me. "Water."

"Wow, Jack Gilinsky, party extraordinaire, not drinking alcohol?" I ask with a smile.

"You know who I am?" He asks, and I instantly nod, maybe a little too eagerly.

"I listen to some of your music," I say casually.

And I used to spend hours in my bedroom watching your vines.

"So what's your story, Tennessee Williams?" Jack asks, taking a small sip of his water. I stare at him incredulously.

"Okay," Jack chuckles. "That was a cheesy bar pickup line. Super cheesy, even for me."

I laugh. Suddenly, my friend and model, Emily Rue, runs up to us and grabs my hand.

"Tennessee," She drawls. "I can't believe you're not dancing right now!"

I grin and follow her slowly, turning my head around to catch Jack's stare.

"See you around, Jack Gilinsky," I call, and he grins.

"Until next time, Ms. Williams."

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