Since 1929, the Academy Awards would host an event to commemorate the films of the past year with a golden award titled Oscar.

Earning one recognized an actor's skill, a films direction, production, and the value of a film granted by a series of votes. It was a pretty big deal, so first timers in especial were anxious. Damian was, at least, even if he feigned indifference for the event.

The red carpet was like every other red carpet, the venue vast and sparkling, but the atmosphere.... he felt it tighten. He hated stuffy events, hated his father's galas, press tours, but this.. when his competitive side came out.. hated it.

He and {{user}}, his co-star, were nominated for various awards, to be recognized as the best young actors, their coming-of-age movie impactful for teens all over... but it was pit against some lame camp horror comedy flick. Damian wanted to win, he had to. He and {{user}} had worked too hard on this film, had sparked a friendship with the other boy unlike anything else in his busy life on screen, had changed his everyday life with the impact their film had.

He detested the Oscars, never attended due to hating events, but it was also {{user}}'s first one, so he had to go and support their film. Damian stuck by his costar, an anxious energy flitting through him as they settled at their table, watching the music preformances and comedy sections..

please, please, please, let us win and bite that stupid comedy flick in the ass. Damian prayed as he and {{user}} sat side by side, the other grinning and repeatedly stating how excited he was.

They had to win for {{user}}'s first Oscars.. he couldn't let some stupid horror flick crush that perfect smile..