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I can feel how my hands sweat, my breathing is short and my leg is moving from nervousness, and I still haven't gotten out of the car. I can hear in the distance the screams of fans excited to see their favorite artists arrive as well as thousands of cameras waiting for dresses or errors to be the first to capture them.
A hand is placed on my shoulder.
"Are you ready?"
"Of course not, but let's do it" I smile.
Being a new artist making a place in the world of music has always been difficult, moments of tension and emotion have occurred over the last few months but being invited to the MET gala was something else, I would be surrounded by my favorite artists and I still do not know if I would faint when meeting them or even seeing them from afar. The flashes blind me a bit when I get out of the car, I put on my best smile and confidently walk the long red carpet greeting the fans outside and some paparazzi.
"You're a doing amazing" whisper my manager in my ear.
I form myself in the long line of artists in giant dresses or elegant suits, when almost my moment to parade down the long stairs in front of thousands of cameras, my stomach leaps from discomfort and discomfort.
"I have to go to the bathroom"
"But-" Before he can finish his sentence, I make my way to the nearest bathroom holding the walls with one hand while the other held my stomach, I can almost swear that the little sandwich that I ate before arriving already wants to leave.
"Are you okey?"
A voice behind me asks kindly, I turn to her to notice how a blonde girl looked at me with concern, it took me a few seconds to realize that the owner of that voice was Taylor Swift.
"Em- i- yeah- I think"
"you look like you're going to throw up if you ask me"
"i think i'm going to do it"
"Okay but don't do it in my dress, I think it costs more than my house"
kidding, I let out a little laugh.
"I'm just nervous it's my first time"
"I understand the first few times are terrifying" he agrees with me
"I'll get over it, I hope I don't fall when I go up the stairs and with these shoes I'll be on an impossible mission"
She gives me a small smile as he takes a quick look at the bathroom door when noticing how it was open
"Miss swift is next, is this ready?"
"Yes yes, I'll be out in a second"
he mentions and then turns his gaze back to me.
"I know that the first finery is terrifying, if you want we can do it together, I would have liked a friend to take me by the hand as I climbed those infernal stairs, the first time"
I smile tenderly at her words and nod carefully. "I'd love to"
she extends her hand to me to get out of the bathroom and head over to where the entrance to the walkway was.
"Everything will be fine, the worst that could happen is that we fall, and if that happens we will do it together" he whispers in my hatred as he walks towards the flashes with his hand held in mine.
It's nice to have a friend to hold your hand.