Jun 10, 2017
“Anybody else getting weird prom flashbacks? If your prom had a string quartet playing Top 40 hits...”
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“Anybody else getting weird prom flashbacks? If your prom had a string quartet playing Top 40 hits...”
“I need to insist that you dance with me. Not enough people are seeing my dress. They will see it better if I twirl. Will you twirl with me?”
For Hallie, this entire night, was, is, and would be all about the press. She’d been briefed a hundred thousand times on what to say and how to say it and she knew she had to do everything in her power to make sure that everyone in this building agreed that this movie would be a hit. A lot of pressure on such a small person.
She got to take a break for a moment, and found a quiet corner to touch up her lipstick. She almost never wore lipstick, or dresses, or heels... but she liked it. Even if it was for work, it felt nice to look like a woman for once instead of just a boss or a mom. She smiled at her reflection in her compact and then smiled at the person watching her as she closed it. “It’s a beautiful night, isn’t it?”
“Oh my goodness, everywhere I look there’s somebody famous or cool, what do I do with my hands, am I breathing funny? I feel like I’m not breathing like a normal person,” Emma giggled. “Ooh, this is so excitin’.”
“God...” Christian said, stumbling over yet another poofy dress and reaching his table - way in the back, with all the other unimportant crew members. “Three old men have already reprimanded me for not wearing a tie. Is this what the 1800s were like?”
‘ --- -- - thank you so much for being here !! ‘ camilla greeted someone with a plastered on smile, one that was beginning to ache pretty badly. while she was near the bar she groaned rubbing her cheeks softly. ‘ jesus christ..i never knew smiling could hurt so much. are you at least having a good time ?? ‘ she questioned the other.
‘ --- -- - i feel like i’m walking around with a sign that says ‘look at my tits’...i mean you’d think people would be a little bit more modest. ‘ she gave a small shrug while taking up a champagne flute.