𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. - 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐

you're coming with me.

This huge limo is waiting for us. We get in and the interior is amazing, a bucket with champagne lays on the seat and a big space allow us to be very comfortable during the ride.

"Did you get all this?" I ask, amazed.

"Of course."

I look at him and his eyes meet mine. The feeling of true happiness burns in my stomach, making me even blush a little bit. His right hand cups my face and like a puppy, I lean my face on it. His smile just makes everything alright but his lips make me not wanna leave. He kisses me. His hand guides my lips and mine just lay on his lap. For a moment a forget that I'm wearing lipstick and I suddenly go back.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asks, quite scared.

"I have lipstick on, I don't want to mess it up before we even get to the venue."

He chuckles and the driver starts maneuvering. At this time, New York is busy as hell so we have a hard time to leave the same traffic light. I enjoy some cashews on our way and Andy keeps taking sips of his champagne, but he looks nervous. More nervous.

"Honey are you okay?" I ask.

He seems to be in another place right now. He looks at me confused. "Yeah."

I didn't feel this yeah.

"What's going on?"

He doesn't look at me, which makes me believe that it is something serious. He keeps tickling his bow tie making me anxious.

"There's gonna be so many people."

"Oh babe, I know you have done this so many times. I'm sure you'll be fine."

"You're coming with me" he says.

Now I'm the one nervous. This will be my first red carpet and my first television gala. I should be prepared for it, considering I'm an actress, but I never did something this huge. If he wants me there, I will be there for him. But right now, I can't hide my face of despair.

"You'll be great" he whispers.

I see some cars like ours, parking in this huge parking lot. I don't really know where we are in Manhattan, but it seems pretty fancy. I see Chris on the other side with a beautiful woman. I pull down the car window and he instantly sees me. I wave at him and he waves back.

The is still up somehow, but the night is already coming. We can see the moon already appearing, but Andy takes my attention. He keeps biting his nails even though he has already done it so many times now. I lean my hand on his left leg and his eyes go from the parking lot to me. I try to give him the warmer smile I can possibly give, but it doesn't seem enough.

The driver stops the car practically at the beginning of the carpet, where other cars are, forming a line. I check on my reflection if my lipstick is messed up or something if off. Now, I'm the one getting nervous. The car starts moving slowly, following the line.

After some minutes of total silence, Andy looks at me.

"It's time" he warns me.

I finally take a breath and he opens the door, revealing a crowd of people walking side to side. Celebrities being informed on where to go, who to talk and how to act. He steps out of the vehicle and raises his hand to me. I step out and I can already hear the photographers shouting people's names and flashes all around. Andy's hand go around my waist and lead me through the carpet. I see well-known celebrities in front of us, getting in a line to get their 5-minute photoshoot on the panels.

When I realize, Andrew is dragging me into the spotlight. The flashes are blinding me and all the screaming is really annoying actually. Andy Samberg, over here. Andy Samberg and [Y/F/N] are a couple, look here. Andy Samberg one moment.

He sees that I'm nervous, because my whole body feels like a stone stuck on the carpet, so he embraces me by the back and whisper in my ear. "You look stunning tonight."

That's enough to take a huge smile off my lips. I giggle a little bit and magically, that made me feel a lot lighter. Everything just felt so plastic that I needed something real to wake me up of this daydream. Being in the red carpet, having the attention and being famous was not stuff I dreamed about, but now it's my life. It's my job and it's what I'm in love right now.

We are told to walk to the other side so the other celebrities can join. I see him taking a little glimpse of me every now and then, holding my hand and leaning towards me. I do the same so we can make each other comfortable but all the screaming is really pissing me off. Let's us look randomly, you better take the picture at the right time, I argue in my head.