something I had learned a few days ago about premieres- most actresses don’t buy those gorgeous gowns they sport during premieres and award shows. The majority of them are “borrowed” from the designer. This helps the designer gain exposure while the actress has a unique dress that she’ll only wear once. It felt so strange joining these ranks and wearing an elaborate designer dress and shoes.
Gavin looked absolutely dashing in his tuxedo. So suave and handsome, and not a string of clothing or piece of hair was out of place on him. I loved the way he looked in his tux- as charming as Clark Gable and as captivating as James Bond. I slid my hands up and down his arms and felt the smooth fabric of his jacket in my palms.
A knock came at Gavin’s front door startled me. Standing at the threshold was a well-dressed man, wearing a dark navy blue suit.
“Hello. Mr. Lowe and Miss Manning, right?” he asked.
“Yes,” Gavin said, reaching out to shake the man’s hand. “And you are?”
“I’m John, and I’m your driver for the evening. Are you ready to go?”
Gavin and I nodded and held each other’s hand as we walked out the door. John led us out into the driveway where a long black limousine was waiting for us. Outwardly, I was trying to be as calm as ever, but inwardly I was as giddy as a schoolgirl on the last day of classes!
John held the door open for me, and Gavin helped me inside. I scooted over and Gavin got in. The seats were so cushy I felt like I was almost sinking in. There was plenty of space in the back- I could hardly believe it was all just for us. John got in the front seat and made some small talk with Gavin as we drove to the venue. My palms started feeling sweaty, and I was getting more nervous as we got closer to the theater. Gavin rubbed my hand gently.
“Hey John, I don’t mean to be rude, but would you mind if we had a little privacy?”
“No problem, boss!” John said casually as he rolled up the privacy window.
“What’s wrong, Megan?” Gavin asked.
“I’m just getting really nervous. I’ll be fine, I hope.”
“You’ll be perfect,” he said as he kissed the back of my hand. “Everyone is going to love you.”
“I’m worried it’ll be like that night with the paparazzi.”
“There will be lots of press there, but they won’t be as vicious this time. It’ll be much more comfortable. There’s going to be some railing between us and them anyway, so you’ll do fine. And I won’t ever be too far.”
Gavin kissed me softly, holding me in his arms. I rested my head on his shoulder, trying to be careful about my hair, and relaxed against his body. The drive to the theater felt so long, and the anticipation was killing me inside. I don’t think I was even this nervous the first time I ever went to an audition.
When the limo stopped, I could hear the hubbub of the crowd outside. I peered out the tinted window and saw Sal and some of the other cast. It had been timed perfectly so that we would be the last to arrive.
“Ready for this?” Gavin asked.
“I guess I have no choice now.”
“You’ll do great,” Gavin said. His smile comforted me, and his confidence in me would suffice for the lack of my own for the time being.
John came around and opened the door. When Gavin stepped out, the crowd instantly exploded in excited roaring. He waved to the press and the fans, and I heard people screaming his name. Gavin turned around and offered his hand to me to help me out of the limo. When I got out, we were flooded with flashing lights and questions from reporters.
In my mind, I told myself that this was an easy thing to do. All I had to do was let some people take my picture and answer a few questions. Most of the questions were about what I planned to do next, how I liked the film, and what working with Sal was like.
Before too long, I had become much more comfortable. It wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be. I followed Gavin’s lead, bouncing back and
Gavin looked absolutely dashing in his tuxedo. So suave and handsome, and not a string of clothing or piece of hair was out of place on him. I loved the way he looked in his tux- as charming as Clark Gable and as captivating as James Bond. I slid my hands up and down his arms and felt the smooth fabric of his jacket in my palms.
A knock came at Gavin’s front door startled me. Standing at the threshold was a well-dressed man, wearing a dark navy blue suit.
“Hello. Mr. Lowe and Miss Manning, right?” he asked.
“Yes,” Gavin said, reaching out to shake the man’s hand. “And you are?”
“I’m John, and I’m your driver for the evening. Are you ready to go?”
Gavin and I nodded and held each other’s hand as we walked out the door. John led us out into the driveway where a long black limousine was waiting for us. Outwardly, I was trying to be as calm as ever, but inwardly I was as giddy as a schoolgirl on the last day of classes!
John held the door open for me, and Gavin helped me inside. I scooted over and Gavin got in. The seats were so cushy I felt like I was almost sinking in. There was plenty of space in the back- I could hardly believe it was all just for us. John got in the front seat and made some small talk with Gavin as we drove to the venue. My palms started feeling sweaty, and I was getting more nervous as we got closer to the theater. Gavin rubbed my hand gently.
“Hey John, I don’t mean to be rude, but would you mind if we had a little privacy?”
“No problem, boss!” John said casually as he rolled up the privacy window.
“What’s wrong, Megan?” Gavin asked.
“I’m just getting really nervous. I’ll be fine, I hope.”
“You’ll be perfect,” he said as he kissed the back of my hand. “Everyone is going to love you.”
“I’m worried it’ll be like that night with the paparazzi.”
“There will be lots of press there, but they won’t be as vicious this time. It’ll be much more comfortable. There’s going to be some railing between us and them anyway, so you’ll do fine. And I won’t ever be too far.”
Gavin kissed me softly, holding me in his arms. I rested my head on his shoulder, trying to be careful about my hair, and relaxed against his body. The drive to the theater felt so long, and the anticipation was killing me inside. I don’t think I was even this nervous the first time I ever went to an audition.
When the limo stopped, I could hear the hubbub of the crowd outside. I peered out the tinted window and saw Sal and some of the other cast. It had been timed perfectly so that we would be the last to arrive.
“Ready for this?” Gavin asked.
“I guess I have no choice now.”
“You’ll do great,” Gavin said. His smile comforted me, and his confidence in me would suffice for the lack of my own for the time being.
John came around and opened the door. When Gavin stepped out, the crowd instantly exploded in excited roaring. He waved to the press and the fans, and I heard people screaming his name. Gavin turned around and offered his hand to me to help me out of the limo. When I got out, we were flooded with flashing lights and questions from reporters.
In my mind, I told myself that this was an easy thing to do. All I had to do was let some people take my picture and answer a few questions. Most of the questions were about what I planned to do next, how I liked the film, and what working with Sal was like.
Before too long, I had become much more comfortable. It wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be. I followed Gavin’s lead, bouncing back and
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