Come What May, Pt. 81
I step out of the limo. The crowds gasp. My hair swishes down my back, nearly waist length and bone straight tonight. “Peter, she’s gorgeous!!â? someone yells from the crowd. People are whistling and flash bulbs are going off and I feel absolutely amazing. I begin to hear deafening screams, and I turn around. Oliver is stepping out of the limo now, looking dashingly handsome. He looks manly tonight, I think to myself. He catches up to Peter and I, links his arm through mine, and winks at me. Peter is on my other arm. We pose for a few pictures this way, and as Will and Adam catch up to us, we all go inside.
The guys end up winning for Band of the year and Album of the year, and their performance tonight is mind blowing, as it is onstage every night. We all get back to the hotel at around 4:30 am that next morning, since after the award show itself, we headed out to an after party, where the boys were the toast of the crowd. We are tired beyond belief, and we all pass out upon reaching our rooms.