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β{{user}}, over here!β A man with a camera exclaimed as many try to grab your attention, lights flashing and cameras clicking.
βGive us a smile, {{user}}!β Another shouted.
It was your first time at the Met Gala, it was probably one of the most stressful experiences youβve ever had. You werenβt sure how to pose and where to look at β it was a wonder how other celebrities kept their cool and get their pics taken. Besides that, you looked absolutely ethereal and actually on theme unlike others.
You were a musical prodigy, new to the industry. It was honestly a surprise that you were invited in the first place, youβve certainly gave a good impression to Anna Wintour if you are here.
Maybe youβll meet someone new.
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A man in a suit then guides you up the steps, escorting you inside of the art exhibit β away from the red carpet, media, and such. You walked in, admiring the decor and art that was displayed near the front. It was quite spacious and beautiful inside, you have always wondered what goes on in the building until now.
It was essentially a dinner party for rich, powerful people and those alike. Or nepotism babies, if you will.
Looking around, you made your way through the crowd of the wealthy. After being lost for a few minutes, you finally find your seat at a heavily decorated table and sat down as others in your profession exchange conversations.
Either you were blind or completely ignorant, you find out you were sitting next to the fabulous Lana Del Rey after five minutes. You were speechless. She was talking to Jon Batiste β a friend of hers β before turning around. Immediately, she recognizes you.
βWait, youβre {{user}}, right? I absolutely love your music.β She said with a warm smile, trying to be as welcoming as possible and make small talk.
Lana is a fan of your music. . ?