No. 9

BAFTA'S.

-Becky's Point Of View-

It was time for the BAFTA'S. I was more than anxious. I had butterflies flying about like some kind of hurricane in my stomach. I could not stand up or sit down. I had hardly eaten anything that day. I felt like I might faint. 

I had a whole team at home. Doing my hair, making, styling. In all honesty I loved being pampered and done up. It wasn't everyday someone does my hair. It was over too soon. I was standing in front of my mirror wondering if I looked ok. It was moments like this I wished that I had someone to say I looked beautiful. 

Soon I was headed off to the ceremony. I soon arrived. I took a breath and stepped out of the car.   Screams and camera flashes flooded my senses. I took a deep breath and calmed myself. 

I walked along the carpet. Talking to different people, taking photos, doing interviews. I could not believe it. It gave me a great energy. Though I was still very anxious. It was a weird thing my heart pumped my blood like it was trying to win some sort of race. 

I managed to find my seat. I was sat with the rest of the cast from my show. We all talked until the ceremony started. Amazingly we won quite a few awards. Not to brag or anything. 

I had to go backstage to present an award. It was an understatement to say that I was sweating buckets. 

"This way Rebecca." said a kind woman. I followed her over to my co-presenter. 

"Reece. This is your co-presenter." 

Reece turned around.It was Reece Shearsmith. We smiled at each other. I almost fainted. I had not seen him since he said he would get trapped with me. I tried not to swoon. 

"Hello !" said Reece pulling me into a hug. I replied hugging back. I felt a little less anxious. His hug felt safe, calm and relaxing. His hug felt like a place I wanted to be. 

We stood being told what was going on. I could not stop my anxious ticks. Soon Reece and I where about to go on stage. My heart beat had risen too high. I felt like my throat was closing up and that I would soon be sick. I was choking and trying to hide all of it. 

Shockingly I felt a hand take hold of mine. Soon my heart beat slowed to a normal rate. I gripped on tight not waiting to let go. It was like he somehow knew. Like someone could see beneath all the bullshit. Like they could see me and not the mask I showed to the world. 

We walked out to present. He held my hand for as long as he could. It did not only make me feel less anxious but it was also nice and enjoyable. I wanted to hold his hand. It was like our hands fitted together. 

We finished presenting then we had to quickly go back to our seats. I wished I was still holding his hand. 

-Later- 

It had gotten up to the best actress. 

I was nominated. 

I was definitely not going to win. They began to read the nominations. I held my breath. 

"And the winner is...."

my heart almost fell out of my body. 

"Rebecca..."

I was so confused. I did not believe it. Not one bit. I hugged my friends. Then headed to the stage. I took my award and tried not to cry. I cleared my throat and took a deep breath.  

"WOW." everyone laughed. My voice was shaky and anxious. 

"I'm going to be honest I did not expect this. It's amazing. surreal. I want to say well done to the other nominations. You all deserve it more than me. I'd like to thank everyone. The people who got me here, people who I worked with, the people who loved the show. Even the people who never believed in me." 

I really meant it. I did they helped me move on and work harder. 

"For you made me stronger, better, smarter. You all helped me get to this great place."

I carried on. luckily I did not have to talk for too long. Once I was backstage I did a couple of interviews. I went back into the hall. Everyone was giving me nice smiles as if to say well done. 

The ceremony ended. I had all sorts of messages coming in from friends, family and fans. Everyone who knew me. 

I went backstage and signed for my award. I saw Reece. He gave me a big smile it made me feel even better. I felt like I was on top of the world.