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❝ so dim that spotlight, tell me things like
i can't take my eyes off you
i'm no one special, just another wide-eyed
girl who's desperately in love with you ❞
The trip to Vegas was a pain in the ass. I spent the next few days knee deep in work, rushing out everything before I had to leave.
It also didn't help that my brother wanted to know every detail on what happened. He called me every day, insisting that I was hiding something from him.
I felt like I was being pulled in a hundred different directions in LA.
So when I landed in Vegas, I was finally free from all my responsibilities.
My heart felt so much lighter.
Eldori sent us the address of the show the day before so I went there right from the airport.
My stomach was churning for some reason and I felt slightly light-headed.
What was this? Was I nervous? Excited?
The car pulled up in front of a massive building.
I opened the door and got out, taking in the sight of the beautiful marble building in front of me.
My heels clicked against the floor as I entered, and I found people rushing everywhere inside.
Someone was shouting about microphones, another was carrying a large speaker while others were talking into walkie-talkies.
My gaze searched for a familiar face, someone I could talk to, and it fell onto Liam.
He was sitting in front of a mirror while a woman styled his hair.
His lips curved into a slow, heart-stopping smile when he saw me. He stood up, ignoring the woman's protests and came to me.
"You look different," he said when he was near enough.
"Considering I had my hair up in a ponytail the last time I saw you, that isn't too surprising."
"You look better with your hair down."
The searing intensity in his eyes told me I looked more than just better.
I averted his gaze, trying to hold on to the anger I felt towards him for lying.
But it was fading because I didn't blame him, not really. I understood why he did it. I would've done the same if I was in his position.
"Oh, and I tried to get you a room in the hotel I was staying in," Liam said, "but it's full. Do you mind sharing with me?"
I choked on my saliva. "It's alright. I won't be staying the night."
He look at me, confusion etched on his face. "I thought you said you'd stay for all my shows."
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Picture PerfectShort Story
One week. Three shows. Liam Greyson. That was what Brooklyn Hart agreed to, not fall in love with Hollywood's Golden Boy. Too bad her heart didn't get the memo. extended synopsis inside. cover by @cosettetapes