Hollywood party

The party

Hollywood party

Pairing: Bill Hader x reader

Warnings: none!

The loud ringing of your phone tore you from a dream about....? Something...you couldn't quite remember, it faded from your mind as your eyes opened, it was pleasant though.
Yanked back into reality you collect yourself , sit up in your bed and reach for the culprit , your phone.
You look at the caller ID "jenna" your manager. Your face twists with confusion
Why would she be calling you so early?
You quickly answer
"Hello?" You chime
"Hey (y/n)! Are you standing up?" She asks in her usual chipper tone. Jenna was a very positive happy person almost a complete contrast from your personality, which might be why you two got along so well.
"No actually I'm barely coherent....just woke up" you reply with a hint of wit speckled in your voice.
Jenna chuckles, she's used to your 'charm' as she calls it.
"Well good! Because I have some wonderful news!" She squeals. Your mind races, you can only imagine what words were about to escape her peach lips.
"Well what is it?" A mix of emotions fueling a knot of anxiety in your stomach.
"Ok ok ok! so you know how there's that big party coming up tonight in Hollywood?" She asks , joy spilling from her mouth and seeping through the phone.
"Yeah what about it?" You question, there's no way you're invited. You're what the world would call an 'up and comer'. Sure, you've played a few shows, festival here and there, you had a decent following on social media and one of your songs played on the radio every so often but you weren't super famous or anything, people didn't stop you on the street and beg for photos or autographs.
"YOU'RE GOING I GOT YOU IN!" she shrieks, torturing your ear drum. Your jaw drops.
"No way" is all you could say.
"Yes way! So be ready in 30 I'm taking you shopping for an outfit!!" You we're sure she was all too excited to play dress up with you, considering she almost never gets the opportunity.
You couldn't believe it, a real actual Hollywood party and you were going to get to be there! Excitement almost instantly shifted to anxiety. What were you going to wear? What should you say? How should you act? Who should you talk to?
"The only thing is though, they want you to perform your song" Jenna adds making your anxiety worsen
Oh great now you have to sing too?
"Well....what time is it at?" You question with a shaky tone.
"It's at 7pm and don't be nervous (y/n) it's going to be so fun! And great for your image and career so get your head in the game ok? See you in 30!" She chimes before hanging up. Blankly, you stare at your phone , so many thoughts and feelings rushing through you. But you couldn't dwell on them now, you had to get ready to go shopping.
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"I can't wear that!" You say incredulously as your eyes fall on the dress Jenna has picked out for you, you were at the 'Ludgate mall' on the east side of town. Jenna's joyful expression fades.
"Why not?" She questions
"It's perfect for a Hollywood party!" She adds.
You laugh
"A Halloween party maybe and perhaps if I was going as a hooker" you joke , Jenna can't help but smile.
"Plus I'd look horrible in that , look how tight it is" you say trying your best to stretch the fabric.
Jenna rolls her eyes "you have a great body (y/n) now stop with the self pity and let's find you something to wear"
You shuffle through what feels like endless racks of clothes.
30 dresses, 14 tops and 8 pairs of shoes later you've finally landed on an outfit. You gazed at yourself in the dressing room mirror with a smile. you wore a satin olive green tank top and a high wasted black miniskirt with gold buttons, with a pair of black thigh high boots. you couldn't help but feel excited, going to a Hollywood party would certainly be an adventure and you always loved a good adventure.
"Oh god I LOVE it it looks great you look like a goddess!" Jenna exclaims.
You smile
"Alright dial it back , it's a party, not my wedding day" you quip.
"It really does look perfect though! It's just the right mix of your style plus what Hollywood expects!" She says disregarding your last comment.
"Well alright, I suppose I'll get this then!" You say before going back in the fitting room to take it off.
You head to the checkout counter , spend an absurd amount of money on an outfit your going to wear once for 5 hours max. Then the two of you head to the parking lot to jenna's car, a gorgeous black Cadillac , newest of the new.
"Ok so I'm going to take you back to your apartment and help you get ready , the party is in like 3 hours and it's an hour drive so we have to hustle" she explains. You nodded, you weren't too worried about punctuality but Jenna didn't want you to miss the paparazzi that would no doubt be flooding the streets.
Once you were home , you went to the bathroom and took a nice , long, hot shower. It did wonders for calming your nerves.
Jenna was busy putting your outfit together and adding small accessories to go with it, she loves this sort of thing.
You're doing your makeup now, you decided to go with a darker look. A nice Smokey eye , with a subtle contour, powerful highlight and a natural tone lipstick that made the color of your eyes pop.
"Oh you look great!" Jenna shouts when your look is finally complete. You honestly did look pretty good , now you just needed the confidence to match.
"Ok so , a limo will be here in 15 to pick you up , I won't be going with you because ,well, I have no reason to" she chuckles.
That makes you nervous yet again.
"Will there be alcohol?" You question
"Yes it's open bar" she answers.
"Wonderful" you retort , knowing you'd need some liquid courage for the night.
"Text me! Keep me updated! I'm here for you ok? You'll do great (y/n) everyone will love you I promise" she encourages. With that , and a quick hug she's out the door and now you're alone with your abundant thoughts.
"Oh god...." you sigh to yourself.
You walk to your kitchen and tap your nails on your counter, something you usually do when nervous. You close your Eyes for what feels like 10 seconds but the sound of a car horn outside tells you it's been at least 10 minutes. With one deep breath you gather your thoughts, gather your bag, and head out the door.