The Boy On The Red Carpet

5. Angels

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I look around the room before locking my eyes on Miss Alexandria Kush. "No, that's okay. I have a better idea" I say to her before walking away.

*James's POV*

I finally arrive at the house and immediately regret my decision when I see the entirety of the building along with the enormous amount of people. There has to be over three hundred people just outside the building.

I make my way up to the line where people are being let in. It looks like the guards are issuing rist bands to each individual with a invitation card.

Shit.

When did they get those cards and why didn't I get one?

"Good luck getting in if you don't have a invitation" a random voice says from the distance. "When did people get an invitation?" I question him. "Everyone that was at the award center got one at the very end, so anyone who left early didn't receive one. Some very lucky people got golden cards that gets them in the VIP section. Only people that are famous or have a business got one of them, though" He says to me before walking away.

I'm never going to get in then.. I look like I just walked out of a barn

I walk up to the guard, in an attempt to explain my situation. "Look, I'm sorry but if you don't have an invitation, regardless the reasoning, I cannot let you in. It's the rule. Nothing can change that" He says to me with a serious expression.

While thinking of what to do in my head, I hear sudden gasps and screams from inside. All the people that are still waiting outside are now trying to enter forcefully past me and the guards. I wonder what's gotten into them?

About five minutes of screaming and chaos, I step slightly to the side, letting the guards push people back. I look closer to see guards pushing people out of the way and trying to hold back the people that are trying to enter by force.

There is a man walking in the middle of the guards? They seem to be making a circle formation around him.

"What's going on? Can I go in?" I ask the guard that's trying to hold back the crowed. Before he can respond to tell me no, I feel a hand wrap around my arm, pulling me in the circle. Suddenly I hear louder screams and see flashes from phones and professional cameras.

What the hell?

"Of course you can come in, why wouldn't you be able to come in?" A large man says in a deep voice. I look up to meet his gaze. Asher Emerson.

"Sir, he doesn't have an invitation he can't enter-" The guard tries to explain but is cut off. "It doesn't matter, give him a card" Mr. Emerson says to the security guard that's holding back the crowed.
The guard reaches in his pocket, taking out the white invitation card and hands it to me.

"I'm sorry, I should have been more clear. Give him the golden VIP pass" Mr. Emerson says to the guard.

"B-But sir.. these are limited, only meant for famou-" He is interrupted again. "Don't make me repeat myself" Mr. Emerson says to the guard who then nods and reaches in his other pocket, pulling out a golden card that has a silver logo on the top of it. He extends his arm painfully to my reach.

What a bitch.

"Go on, we can't stay here all day" Mr. Emerson says to me, and I grab the card from the guard's hand. "Thanks Mister Emerson, but I don't need a golden card" I say to him while avoiding direct eye contact with him.