As Amy came out onto the stage, the crowd roared. Amy beamed at her fans, friends, and foes while giving her best princess wave and walking towards the microphone. As soon as her small foot touched base in her Versace heels, the lights dimmed except for the bright, five foot wide circle of light aimed right at her.
Amy inconspicuously fixed her wedgie that she got from walking to center stage and started her speech, "Hey guys!"
The crowd screamed in delight of hearing her voice. "So, I would just like to say hello to everyone watching this before I start. I would also like to give a shout out to my favorite brother in the world, Dan Cahill, and one to my amazing boyfriend, Ian Kabra!"
Dan Cahill was an extremely famous actor with a good reputation and Ian Kabra was in Forbes with people like Bill Gates and Oprah Winfrey. At the mention of the two handsome (hot, as many young girls called them) young men, the crowd screamed again. It was a FINALLY! moment when Amy and Ian got together. They were the golden couple of Hollywood, some would say.
"Okay. Well, I originally came from Boston, Massachusetts for those of you who didn't know, and I went through public school my entire life. In my middle school and high school years, well to put it simply, you were either a somebody or a nobody. In or out, cool or retarded. It's just how it was. You either wear the main brands like Hollister, American Eagle or something like that or you were a loser. Clothes got tighter and skimpier as the years went by and I would always hear these stories about who did who over the weekend and all that fun stuff.
"Sadly, I followed them. I'll admit I was a follower back then but not anymore. I want to start a revolution! A fashion revolution where people can wear something that they can breath in, where people won't be judged on what they wear. That's what I think when I talk about H&M and Versace. When these brands come together, the clothes will be reasonably priced and they will be clothes that express feelings.
"From the drama geeks to the druggie thugs to the popular blonds, everyone should be able to express themselves through their clothes! But you can't do that in every pair of skinny jeans. I know that I will definitely be buying from them, and I hope you do the same. Thank you and good night!"
Amy strutted back stage where her boyfriend of a year and a half stood, waiting for her with a bundle of roses and a smile big enough to compete with a happy sun in sunglasses.
Amy could never describe Ian perfectly. She thought he was the glaze to her doughnut, the apple to her eye, the shake to her bake. She thought he was perfect in every way possible with his perfect personality and perfect looks.
"It's time to celebrate another great performance!" he told her.
"Why would you wanna break up?" the rap song sang with some major bass in the background. Ian was currently in one of his three Lamborghini's (technically the other two belonged to his family), and Amy was on top of him, placing chaste kisses along his jaw line and below.
Ian grabbed his girlfriend's face and kissed it roughly. Amy responded eagerly while rubbing his defined six pack. The couple was too engrossed in themselves to notice a flash go off to the left of the car.
Ew... that was awkward to type up.
So, would anyone mind writing a RATED K ONE-SHOT about OBSTACLES, using only like one character and no romance or something like that?
French Lesson of the Day!
Tchao- (pronounced chow) French for ciao, one of the many ways to say goodbye.