( 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙣 )
" after laughter, comes tears. "
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in which grayson helps a pop star to her car and she wants to repay him.
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started: 06/15/19
ended: ...
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song: fake smile - ariana grande "another night, another party." ( play on repeat )
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DEMARRIS
Here we go again.
I use the mirror in my car to retouch my makeup and fix my hair. I use the pink makeup sponge to finish blending the makeup on my face. Taking a look in the mirror I decided that my makeup looked perfect enough.
I had my long brown hair down this time. Usually it's up in a ponytail because I honestly prefer it that way. My stylist said this outfit would look better with my hair down but I was having second thoughts.
With a sigh and a small pout I look at myself one last time. I stare at my features and the way the makeup was complementing them. My eyes wonder over to my hair.
I was really debating on wether or not I should put it up in a pony. After all, people seem to prefer my hair up.
"fuck it." I say to myself while still looking in the mirror.
I search for a scrunchie in my bag. I managed to find one rather quickly, since I bring a few wherever I go. I twist the scrunchie around my hair a few times so my hair was now in a high ponytail.
Not even bothering to look at myself in the mirror again I get out of my car, grabbing my stuff and closing the door.
With a quick huff, I start walking towards the entrance of the club.
On the short distance from my car to the entrance, I could hear many people shout my name. My eyes were blinded for a second from the bright flashes coming from the cameras of the paparazzis.
There are as many cons to being a pop star as there is pros. I was definitely wrong when I was younger and thought the life of a superstar was all glitz and glory.
Don't get me wrong, I'm so grateful for everything... but sometimes I just want the whole world to like stop. It's too much at times.
I was now facing the club bouncer that was searching for my name on the list.
"Demarris Miller." I say with a soft voice to the bigger man.
He nods with a small smile as he opens the door to where the party was, "I know who you are."
"Thank you." I return the small smile and enter the club.
The sound of the loud music sent a rush of adrenaline to my body.
I tip toe the best I could to try and find who I was supposed to be meeting here: Bryn Williams and the Jacks.
