☆ borhap cast imagines ☆ // hardyzello

my oscar-nominated crush // joe mazzello

Warnings: Swearing

"Oh my god, are we late?" You asked your manager slash best friend, who was sitting beside you, softly squeezing her knee in worry.

"Don't worry, (Y/N). It's normal to arrive at this time, Gaga hasn't even arrived yet." She reassured, holding your hand in comfort.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shiiit," You babbled, feeling an entire zoo fill up in your stomach.

It was your first time getting nominated for an Oscar, for Best Actress, if I may add, hell, it was even your first time at the Oscars.

Sure, you went to some award shows and premieres, but this was the first ever major event you've ever been to, it was the Oscars, for crying out loud.

You continued to bounce your knee in anticipation, just waiting for the car to pull up at the Dolby Theatre.

"What if I fuck it up? Oh my god," You fretted, immediately burying your face in your hands.

"Hey, hey, hey," Your manager whispered, pulling your hands away from your face, "I'll be here to guide you all throughout, I'm your manager for a reason."

"Okay, all right," You exhaled slowly, trying to calm your nerves.

Slowly arriving at the Theatre, your manager, tapped your knee, "All right, here we go."

After some guy in a black suit opened the car door, your manager stepped out first before offering her hand to you, helping you out of the car.

As you stepped out, she helped fix and adjust your very long custom Paolo Sebastian white gown that had a cape.

Afterwards, your manager went to your side and began walking towards the red carpet, you following her.

Immediately being blinded by all the lights and the cameras, you already heard some people shouting your name. It was so surreal.

"(Y/N), over here!"

"Give us a pose, (Y/N)!"

"(Y/N), look!"

Even though you were extremely nervous and overwhelmed, because there were so many stars literally in the same area as you, you still kept your composure and kept calm.

After being called over by Ryan Seacrest and some other hosts you were familiar with, your manager continued to guide you through the venue.

As you were walking down the painfully long red carpet, you immediately spotted a familiar head of grey curls that caught your attention.

"Holy shit, is that Brian May and Roger Taylor?" You grabbed your managers arm, stopping her.

Squinting your eyes to get a better view, you confirmed that it was indeed, Brian May, with some other men.

Immediately wailing your arms around in excitement, you squealed, your manager shaking her head, laughing, "Just go, (Y/N)."

Without hesitation, you pulled your skirt up, and since you were wearing heels, running was not an option so you just started to fast walk towards the group.

Your manager chuckled, immediately following you, making sure you didn't trip.

She knew how much you loved Queen and their new movie, Bohemian Rhapsody.

Like, right now, she just witnessed you completely bypass Bradley Cooper, who was about to greet you but then you didn't even notice him as you were too excited to meet the rock legends.