The moment you step out of the car, the world goes quiet — or at least it feels like it, even though you know the cameras are already going wild.

She steps out first, tall and stunning in a backless black gown, her red hair glossy and curled at the ends. You follow, equally flawless in sleek silver silk, your hand immediately finding hers before your heels even hit the carpet.

Kate slides her arm around your waist and pulls you close, and the two of you pause for a moment — backlit by the lights, dressed like dreams, the show title behind you in bold red letters.

Private Practice premieres tonight.