you sit fidgeting in your assigned seat, gripping a half crinkled piece of paper you'd scribbled your thoughts on in case your name gets called to the stage to receive that shiny 'best solo artist' award this year

your friend are also there, the band 'tokio hotel' whom you'r grown up closely with who also followed the music path, just together as a band, while you tag along solo occasionally.

time comes and to your amazement, your name is called. you walk up the stage, staggering a little in your expensive heels you've not quite yet broken in, a gown like dress flowing beautifully down your body. you breath, hands shaking as you deliver your speech. you catch a glimpse of your friends, watching with anticipation