I knew this would happen one of these days, but I was in denial. Lexie had told me over and over she would never speak to “the fucking asshole” again (her words, not mine). I believed her.
Her face literally glowed, too. What the hell? Did James cast a spell on her?
I had to pull myself together. She was my girlfriend, not his. Jealousy was beneath me anyway. I needed to get control of my emotions and go in there as if I didn’t feel a damned thing.
I cleared my throat.
When she spotted me, Lexie popped up and ran over, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Hey, babe. Oh my GOD, you look like one of those boy band guys!” She snapped her finger. “I got it! Charlie Tsui of the Heartthrobs! Ever heard of him?”
I laughed. This had the effect of dissipating all those unwelcome jealous feelings. Taking her hand, I said, “I see you found the dress I had Marco bring over. You look…breathtaking.”
I should have been celebrating our rekindled friendship, but I couldn’t. When Charlie walked into the room it was like a switch flipped in Lexie. She went from beaming at me to kissing him.
I had to stop this. Stop pining. Lexie would never be anything more than a friend. The sooner I got over her the sooner I’d feel better. I needed to focus anyway. Tonight was huge for our band. And the director wanted me to do a bit of the MC-ing.
Lexie was nothing but an uneeded distraction.
When we arrived at the Palace Dome, lightbulbs flashed as questions smattered over us. “Do you think you’re going to win all five awards?”, “What do you want to say to your fans, James?”, “Charlie! How are you and your girlfriend doing?” and on and on and on. Instead of this being one of the best moments in my entire career, all I was thinking was how I’d fucked up and how I wished things were different between me and Lex.
As the flashbulbs continued, I made a promise to myself. I was not going to think about Lexie Day at all tonight. I’d enjoy performing for millions and hopefully, getting my ass drunk by the end.
Oh. My. GOD!
I was screaming inside as Charlie and I were posing for red carpet pics. We were asked a TON of questions about our love life all of which Charlie told me just to smile and let him field the questions. He knew how to handle the press so I let him, of course.
And we had front row center, VIP seats in the Dome. Can you say BUTTERFLIES? I was beyond nervous about the whole night. We were supposed to go to after parties, meeting some of the most famous people in the biz and already my stomach felt like it was turning inside out.
Charlie nudged me. “Hey, baby, we have to get changed soon. Are you going to be all right by yourself?”
I nodded. “Dom will sit with me,” I told him, hoping she didn’t forget. Dom hated all this hoopla. It repped everything she despised–crowds, movie stars, and loud music. The Palace Dome was a huge, three story theater, most of which was above on the second and third floors where all the masses sat. I took a few cleansing breaths, literally praying Dom would get here so I would feel a little more anchored.
In a few moments, James took the mic from rap singer Micki Mirage and made some silly cracks about all the Heartthrob fans (and the Flamers), then talked about the first awards he was going to announce. I was shocked at how funny he was on stage. I always thought of him as musically gifted and very talented at dancing, but he really could pull off a comedy gig if he’d wanted to. I guessed he was good at everything he did which shouldn’t have surprised me at all.
Feelings of pride swelled as I watched him. James was truly my friend. I kept remembering how sweet he was in helping me get ready tonight. He wasn’t jealous. He didn’t get snappy about Charlie. He just did what he normally would do when he was Jenny. It was a full on happy dance moment.
What girl could say her bff was the lead singer of the biggest boy band of the century and her boyfriend was the hottest Heartthrob in tight pants? Me. That’s who!
After about two hours (God, awards shows were LONG!), it was time for the Heartthrobs to perform. They didn’t win best song or best album but they were still up for best group performance, best music video, and best artist of the year. I was crossing my fingers for them!
I still couldn’t get used to the fact that I KNEW the routine they were performing. It was new for everyone else, but I’d peek in on them from time to time when they would rehearse at home.
Charlie said James planned almost all of the choreography. I asked why Charlie didn’t do that since he was the most trained dancer.
He just shrugged and said James was better at putting routines together.
I sat back, drinking in their wonderful performance like a double chocolate strawberry shake. They were knocking it out of the park!
And, oh God, James’ voice.
When he’d go into his falsetto, I melted, Dom melted, the whole crowd melted.
We were all one big Flaming puddle of goo.
(Of course I’d never tell Charlie that!)
They did all these spins and jumps while singing, too.
I was out of breath just watching.
But the best part was gazing at my boyfriend. MY BOYFRIEND! He was looking the best out of all of the guys, and it was freaking awesome to know that he was going to love on me once he finished making everyone in the audience scream.
Yeah, I can honestly say, dreams really DO come true!
By the end of the show, Charlie was beaming as they’d won Best Artist of the Year and best group. The guys jumped up on stage, accepted the awards, acted a bit goofy and Charlie even winked at me while my heart pounded for him. It was so amazing!
But all the fun stopped dead when we got to one of the many after parties. The hostess for this first shindig was rap star Micki Mirage. OMG!!! I thought I was going to die. Seriously. I told Charlie I’d deck him if he left me and NOT to introduce me to anyone.
So what do you think my boyfriend did the moment we got in the door?
He introduced me to none other than Christian Romano (who played Chris Heffner in the HIT drama on Simflix, The Heffners.)
Christian took my hand and said, “It’s great to finally meet you. I told Charlie he was one lucky guy. You’re a very beautiful woman.”
I froze as my heart literally stopped. I’m not even exaggerating. “Um…er….” and that’s all that came out of my goofy, bumbling mouth. Did I eat sand for dinner or was that my mouth drying like the Sahara?
Feeling a bit woozy (and Charlie said I looked like I’d seen a ghost), he took me away from so many people (all of them freaking FAMOUS AS FUUUUUDGE!) to catch my breath when ANOTHER star swept toward me.
I was like a squirrel on the side of the road, trying to make a decision: 1. Do I move forward and get squashed? or 2. Do I turn around and save my life?
Like 99% of all squirrels, I decided getting squashed was a good idea.
The star was Molly Blanchard who played Galatea Straud from my favorite tv comedy of all time: Fangs for the Memories series. I watched the first two seasons over and over again and was enjoying the third season–I never missed an episode.
But GASP! Although I loved her character, that didn’t mean I wanted to MEET her! I’d just end up embarrassing myself.
As she walked over, my dumb boyfriend INTRODUCED ME! I shuddered, sputtering like an idiot, “Uh, bubba…bubba…bubba…”
“Oooh, I love Bubba bubble gum, too!” she said. Could she be any more gracious and HUMAN to a pathetic loser fangirl like me? I WILTED!
Before she caught on that my brain had the IQ of swamp-ass at that moment, I decided to do what I always did in these kinds of situations.
But it was like being in a Whack-a-mole game. I’d run from one star and get hit with the next.
I barged into Case Addison from the drama, Line of the Last.
He played this overly stupid but handsome diva king. Omg…he cracked me up.
I backed away when…
I was hit with another star who played Tam from the soap opera, Ashes To Ashes.
And then the walls started caving in on me. There was Saylor Twift and Griana Ande and Owen Jake and…
…Moono Bars and Dustin Jimberlake and…
I couldn’t take it anymore!
I had to get out of there so I could breathe.
Charlie tried to grab me but I was too slippery. I just needed a chair. Or a bar stool. Or even a scratchy bale of hay full of fleas and ticks. I was desperate!
Finally, Charlie wrapped his arms around me and tried to soothe me, telling me I shouldn’t be so freaked out. They were just people. I should think of them like I think of him.
But this was soooo DIFFERENT!
First of all, I hated crowds. I was super claustrophobic, but worse! I was Star-o-phobic (if there was such a thing). Sure I could mentally know those people put on undies and had to take showers and pooped in toilets (and maybe a bush or two). But get me near them, and I just worried I’d puke all over their $15,000 outfits.
Kissing me and handing me a drink, Charlie told me he just needed to say hello to a few more people and then we’d leave. I nodded weakly and ambled like a lost ant over to whatever looked like it could hold me up.
And then the sick feelings swept through me as I replayed all the embarrassing things I’d said and how goofy I acted, bumping into everyone.
Oh God. I just wanted to go home.
Thank you to my writer friends for allowing me to borrow your characters for a bit of starstruck nonsense! ;-D
And I’m out of town for the rest of the week, so the next update will be Monday! ❤