Breathe | BTS Story

After her best friend enters her into a contest, Carsyn Samuels get the chance to attend the Billboard Music Awards. She gets to interview idols on the red carpet & even has a reserved seat amongst the celebrities.

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"MAGGIE, WHAT DID YOU DO??", I screamed into the phone.

Maggie giggled and replied, "I might've entered your name into the radio contest..."

"How do I decline?! I AM NOT GOING ON LIVE TV!"

I barely hear her when she says, "Umm.. you can't.."

I don't reply, I can't.. my breathing becomes labored.

"I might've pretended to be you on the phone and already accepted the contest contract... you have to fly out on Thursday.."

"MAGGIE!!! DO YOU WAN'T ME TO DIE. I CANNOT DO THIS. I WAS JOKING WHEN I SAID I WAS GOING TO ENTER THE CONTEST." My anxiety is completely shot through the roof.

"I know and that's why I entered you myself.. just think, it will be good step to overcome your social anxiety.."

I pull the phone away from my face and scream.

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My palms are so sweaty as I sit down. I cannot believe I shook Shawn Mendes' hands with these wet claws. Please kill me. I already know Maggie probably recorded the interviews so she can force me to relive the red tomato face blushing and awkward stuttering.

People sitting around me are chattering and it's so loud, my head hurts just as much as my chest.

I grab my clutch, opening it to find my small pill case.
I grab two of my anti-anxiety tablets and pop them in my mouth. I close my eyes and down them with the complimentary Fiji water.

As I pull the bottle away from my mouth, I open my eyes only to be met with someone's gaze.

The guy in front of me was turned around talking to the man sitting next to me, but his eyes were glued to mine as he spoke. His gaze flicks to my pillbox sitting in my lap on top of my clutch. He looks back up at me and gently smiles. My eyes widen and I shove the box back into my clutch and turn my eyesight towards the flats I'm wearing.

I'm going to kill Maggie.