All I could think of was how I was going to get all my homework done in time for me to watch the award show tonight. Everybody who is somebody in the entertainment industry was going to be there. It was something like what the Nobel is to intellectuals. I scribbled the last few sentences of my essay. I held up my paper. Generally, the outlook of it was…well, the fine print of a spider walking through and through. I knew I wouldn’t get anything above a D. Still, I threw it into my school folder. I turned on my TV, grabbed a packet of popcorn before settling myself on my bed. Having a TV in your room is the best thing ever!
I turned it on and flipped through channels till I got to the channel airing the award show. Liya Summers caught my eye. She was looking every inch like a million dollars, dazzling like a star in the orient. People often asked if we were related, I wish! I have never been within two feet of any celebrity, let alone Liya Summers. Why someone would think we resembled was beyond me. The only thing similar between Liya and I was our passion for the arts. I had recently taken part in a singing competition and won. Part of my winnings was a record deal, and a one –year contract with a big record company in the city. I hoped of bumping into Liya at one particular point in time, have a good time, and perhaps even do a collabo.
I watched as they announced the nominees for the Best Video category. Liya won hands down. She went up to the stage in a ruby mini dress matched up with ruby heels. The dress was of the kind that start too late and end too early, too brief to cover the point. On top of that, it was also sheer. Well, who understands high fashion anyway? My thoughts drifted off to the day when it will be me on that stage. Oh happy day! The award show ended while I was still in my own little world. Liya had scooped a total of 9 awards. Damn! And she was just 18.
I turned it on and flipped through channels till I got to the channel airing the award show. Liya Summers caught my eye. She was looking every inch like a million dollars, dazzling like a star in the orient. People often asked if we were related, I wish! I have never been within two feet of any celebrity, let alone Liya Summers. Why someone would think we resembled was beyond me. The only thing similar between Liya and I was our passion for the arts. I had recently taken part in a singing competition and won. Part of my winnings was a record deal, and a one –year contract with a big record company in the city. I hoped of bumping into Liya at one particular point in time, have a good time, and perhaps even do a collabo.
I watched as they announced the nominees for the Best Video category. Liya won hands down. She went up to the stage in a ruby mini dress matched up with ruby heels. The dress was of the kind that start too late and end too early, too brief to cover the point. On top of that, it was also sheer. Well, who understands high fashion anyway? My thoughts drifted off to the day when it will be me on that stage. Oh happy day! The award show ended while I was still in my own little world. Liya had scooped a total of 9 awards. Damn! And she was just 18.