Two years have passed since Riley first burst into the music industry with the hidden identity of, The Masked Singer. With two albums under her belt and a third one on the way, Riley supposedly has her pathway marked out. No tours are planned, no in...
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The camera lights flash through the windows when we arrive at the venue. Someone out the front opens the car door and ushers us out. The man holding the door helps Porsha, then Alex and finally myself. I straighten out my dress and hook my arm through Alex's. We start walking down the red carpet towards the main section with the crowd, photographers and pin up boards to have our photos in front.
We spend a couple of seconds as a group before breaking up. Porsha seems happy enough to walk further down to have her photo taken while Alex stays trained to my side. He wraps one arm around my waist as we smile at the cameras in front of us.
The screaming is louder and more people are focused on taking photos of me. I feel so naked with half a mask, but liberated at the same time. After a few minutes, Alex and I start walking down with Porsha. We get inside the main building and one of the attendants directs us to our seats deeper inside the building.
Our seats are close to the front – so close we're in front of the stage with a good view of where the hosts will be. We take our seat and get comfortable.
"Are you nervous?" asks Porsha.
"No, are you?" I ask.
"A little bit." She turns her attention to her buzzing phone. There's tons of messages popping up in regards to her appearance on the red carpet already. There's a glowing smile on her face which makes me even more excited for her. I'm glad I could provide this opportunity for someone.
Just as I get comfortable, I see Ava running across the room towards me, a worried look consuming her face.
"Sienna," she whisper shouts.
"Ava?" I ask.
The room is starting to fill up, but no filming has taken place just yet. Ava arrives in front of me and has a half smile and mask of worry sprawled across her face.
"Please don't kill me," is the first thing to come out of her mouth.
"What did you do?" I ask.
"They need someone to fill in and I got you the spot."
I didn't know whether to be furious or happy with Ava, I just know I have a burst of feeling in my stomach.
"I'm not prepared for that, what am I supposed to wear?" Panic starts to fill my insides, "what am I supposed to sing?" Too many doubts come to mind. I can't just do something like that without preparing myself for it.
"I will organise everything," she says, "just be prepared to perform after you receive your award." That information doesn't make me feel any more prepared than what I should be.
"I'm freaking out."
"You'll be fine, baby, you've always given an amazing performance," coos Alex with support.
