Jessica hired me a hairdresser and someone to do my makeup for the big day. She even brought a stylist to dress me up for the big event. And I was really glad that someone professional would take care of styling me for the night, everything just needed to be as perfectly as they possibly could. There was just no room for slip ups.
I felt calm and collected as the hairdresser styled my hair, or atleast that was what I hoped I looked on the outside. Which was completely opposite from how I felt on the inside. After having both my hair and makeup done, I was helped into a red mermaid tight dress for the night. A simple diamond necklace adorning my neck with other jewellery on my hand as well.
I gave my reflection in the long length mirror one last once over to check that everything was perfect before I turned to thank everyone that has helped me achieve this look.
My long blonde hair was up in a messy bun and the makeup made my brown eyes pop out more. The simple yet elegant black pumps giving me a good extra five inches, which was always appreciated.
There was a knock on my door then Jessica entered wearing this long black dress that complemented her body shape just perfectly and had her hair in a side braid and dark makeup that just made her look even more stunning.
"Ky, are you ready?"
"I've never been more ready"
"Well good because the limo is waiting for us downstairs" she said, I grabbed my clutch and we went together downstairs to the limo when it hit me.
"How are Emma and Adam gonna get there?" I asked her but, she didn't answer and just smirked at me.
Okay...that doesn't answer my question though.
The driver opened the door for me and Jessica as I got inside and buckled myself, I couldn't help but feel that there was someone beside me. I turned my head and I couldn't believe who was sitting next to me.
"Shit, I missed you guys so much!" I yelled as I tried to hug my two best friends while forgetting that I was still buckled.
"We missed you more, ky" Emma squealed while hugging me back so tight.
"It's's been a really long time, Heart" Adam said while hugging me even tighter than Emma, and let me tell you that boy really got stronger than the last time I met him.
"Guys...can't...breath" I managed to choke out, they imidiatelly let go of me, all three of us sharing a look before we burst out laughing.
When the limo came to a stop I knew that we reached our destination and I started to get nervous and my palms started to get sweaty. Despite loving the spotlight, this wasn't the kind that I necessarily felt comfortable in. It was also probably due to the fact that this was the first time I was ever nominated for a Grammy.
It seemed that Adam noticed how nervous I was so he took my hands in his big warm hands and gave me a squeeze to comfort me.
"It's going to be alright" Emma said hugging me from the side as we were still in the limo.
The car's door opened and Jessica and my two best friends hopped out of the car while I stayed seated in my place, wishing for the driver not to notice my existence in the limo and that he'd drive away so, I wouldn't have to face tonight and my nervousness.
But of course life isn't that peachy, Adam held out his hand ever being the gentleman that he is and helped me out of the car. As I hopped out of the car people started screaming and flashes of cameras started to blind me, I was also being bombarded with questions from the paparazzi. But, I ingnored some of them and only answered with what I felt comfortable with.
After taking pictures with some fans and giving them my autograph I walked down the red carpet with my two best friends by my side. I have to admit having them by my side gave me the confidence that I'd be needing for the night.
Before we sat down on our chairs a reporter asked if it's okay to have an interview with me and of course I put that fake smile on and agreed to her request. It's not that I don't want to have an interview with her, it's just that I didn't want to leave my best friends alone.
"Omg, look who's coming this way!"
The reporter acted as if she was surprised, mentally I was yelling 'stop with the act woman , you're the one who called for me'. Instead of yelling that in her face, I plastered a fake smile and walked to where she was standing.
"Hey, how's it going, Kylie? "The reporter asked.
"I guess everything's just great especially that my best friends are here" I replied with a genuine smile at the thought of having my best friends here by my side.
"Oh, are they your friends from back from New York? "she asked.
"Yes , they are" I answered with a soft smile.
"Omg , I can't believe it!" She said looking at someone while waving for them to come over, I looked at the direction she was waving at.
Guess who I saw? The Justin Bieber. Yay! Please note the sarcasm. Why don't I like him? I don't know I just feel that he's so full of himself. As he walked our way with that cocky attitude, I held back the urge to roll my eyes. One thing I've learned of being a celebrity is to never show your dislike for another celebrity or there will be those nonsense rumours about you.
"Justin, how's it going? "She asked.
"Pretty amazing " while shooting her a flirty smile and she blushed.
Oh god, shoot me now please.
"So, what do you think when you see Heart Deron? " She asked , well I was curious to know his answer.
"Pretty, talented and kinda full of herself" came his easy response.
Say what now? Well, if there's anyone full of themselves here, it's you buddy.
"Excuse me?" I said while raising an eyebrow.
"You heard me"
And even though he made it look like he was only joking, I still found myself wanting to slap the stupid cocky smirk off his face.
"Well that makes the two of us, I should go, my friends are probably waiting on me " I said with a tight smile turning on my heels and going back to my seat next to my friends and Jessica.
After everyone took their seats the night began. And only one thing kept repeating itself in my head 'I'm not full of myself, that's for sure'.
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I think that's the longest chapter I've written till now. So, what do you think please leave a comment about your opinion.
