As the days neared to the Met I grew nervous. I tried on this beautiful black dress with gold accents the day before the met to make sure no adjustments needed to be done. I had already been in New York for a couple days and they had allowed me to explore the city because I have never been.
I was contacted by the makeup artist and he told me I better sleep well and not wake up with bags under my eyes or he'd murder me for making his job harder with bags. I said yes sir no argument needed and took some melatonin to knock out and so I did...
A huge knock on my door woke me up and all I could think was damn what time is it. It was 8 in the morning and I know it doesn't sound early but that's early for someone who loves sleep as much as I do. I get up and answer the door and a billion people start rushing into my room and setting up. Of all people the hair stylist gets to me first and sits me at her station and she's speaking French to someone who came with her but I can't pick up a single thing because of all the French I was taught I learned and retained Je suis chat which is I am a cat. Like seriously what am I ever going to to do with that. She starts doing my hair and tells me she's putting gold in my hair into what looks like 50's wave styled curls.
She finishes off and hands me to the makeup man. I have never seen a man more beautiful than this man that was about to do my makeup he says " thank god you slept I can see it in your face" as he pokes softly at my under eyes. He gets started by prepping and priming my face he starts on my eyes with a cool toned brow on my lids very well blended but then a very dark smoked out winged eyeliner which he mastered so perfectly topped with the most beautiful lashes. He then puts on my foundation and all that shebang and I have never looked more smooth in my life. And finally for my lipstick he does this bright red with gold specks in the middle where my lips meet and wow it was beautiful I was glowing I couldn't even recognize myself.
All this time with my hair and makeup I was getting my nails done and eating in between and it was finally time to get into my dress. Just final last touches on hair and makeup when the designer of my dress comes in and says we have got Shawn Mendes to agree to walk in with you and go along with you through the whole Met. That blew my mind I just said "oh ok" and before I could say anything else he says if you can say you're his girlfriend on an interview we will write you out a check for 15,000 dollars don't say anything don't tell anyone we just want the news to blow up while you both are wearing YSL. I was just in shock and just nodded he was already rushing me into my dress which was a long strapless backless black almost like a princess ball gown with gold accents.
After I am put into my dress I am rushed into the car van thing and I am told that all we are waiting for is Shawn Mendes. I wait for another 5 min and he is put into the car with me and I just look at him as he enters the vehicle. He is so majestic and also so cute oddly I want to say like a puppy. He gets in and gets situated and says "hi nice to meet you I'm Shawn." I blush and say "I'm Emily nice to meet you" and I go for a hand shake as he goes for a hug. I literally wanted to die after that embarrassment I had just faced. It was just us in the car and I had felt bad about what I was told to do for 15,000 dollars so I told him. I said " hey Shawn they told me if I said I was your girlfriend in an interview they'd give me money." I paused for a second and hurriedly continued and said " but I'm not going to because nobody should have to have their life's meddled with." He looked up from his phone and asked "do you need the money?" And I said "yes-" but was cut off to him saying "do it then." I was shocked but I could also tell he didn't mean it. I could see it in his face the disappointment he had felt that now something else was being controlled by someone else.
• This is just me writing down my fantasies
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