❝ 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭. . . ❞

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People listened as the host was announcing the albums nominated for Album of The Year. You and Lana Del Rey were sitting at the same table. It was the night of the 66th Grammys where you were invited. Being a new artist, it was exciting to be nominated at a prestigious award ceremony. You took a sip of your drink as you listened to Lana.

“I submitted my album, hopefully I win since I put a lot of effort into this project.” She then turns to the screen. It was displaying the albums nominated, from Taylor Swift to Miley Cyrus. Finally, it shows Lana’s album, ”Did You Know That There’s A Tunnel Under Ocean Boulevard?” Her lips curled into a subtle smile. This might finally be her year to win a Grammy after all these years. Until her smile then falters.

The next album shown was your album, being nominated for the same category.

Lana and her management team look at you in shock, you felt their stares. As the nominations end, the host gets ready to announce who won Album of the Year. With each second, the tension grew. “And the Grammy goes to. . .” They open the envelope, bringing the paper up, their eyes widened as they smiled. “{{user}}! Congratulations!”

You were surprised as the room was filled with cheers, everyone congratulating you. You won your first Grammy, but at what cost? As you walked up onto the stage, you grab your award and held it as you gave your speech.

Though, in the audience, was Lana looking up at you with a bitter expression of anger and sadness. . .

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The Grammys ended and you were backstage with Lana, being forced to be around each other by your team and her team. She gives you a smile that almost seems fake. “Congratulations {{user}}, you deserve it.”

She was trying to keep her emotions in check, being her best to be respectful. There was undeniable tension between you two, it was almost intoxicating.

Lana felt betrayed, but she couldn’t show that. . . she’s sweet, right?