Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry about this being a short chapter. Life has been hectic with the holidays and all, plus I've been stuffing so much food into my mouth that I've been putting myself into a food coma repeatedly. LOL no shame, no game~
Anyway, I promise that the next chapter will be a little longer, and I'll be publishing that a few days from now.
Hope you all enjoy this :)
P.S. As a heads up, I want to let you all know that this week is Dead Week, and next week is Final's Week for me. And at the end of Final's Week I also have to be concerned about packing up my things since I'll be at home for 3-4 weeks for Winter Break, and they change the locks on our dorm halls the day we're supposed to be all kicked out for break. Plus we all have to be out by a certain time on a certain day (I need to double check what that is) and if you're not, and you leave just even an hour after that time, you're charged an extra $50 per night that you stay, even if you don't stay overnight (ridiculous, right?). Plus they don't change the locks back until the day before we're supposed to come back from break. So life is going to hectic trying to get ready to come home while I slave over final papers and cram for exams. So PLEASE just bear with me! :)
We piled into the limo that the chatter continued, laughing as we made our way to the Met Gala in New York, just as last year. When we finally reached the carpet, we came out one by one, and so the posing for the paparazzi followed suit, just as I was use to. The cameras flashed everywhere, overpowering my sight, but never did they blind me. I was use to the limelight by now—it had become my whole life, but I was still that same girl from Nashville deep down.
Once the photos were taken, and all of us had made it by after been taken shots individually, and together, we made it into the event, free at last from the chaos that ensued outside. We made it to where all the other guests of importance were inside, socializing about with one another. I stayed with my usual group, and some other friends of ours came and chatted with us.
But there was a flash of blue eyes somewhere in the crowd that met mine and held my gaze—if only for a split second. They were all too familiar, but where had I seen those eyes before? I bit the inside of my cheek after I had glanced away, losing focus of the conversation taking place in front of me as I fished through my mind like mad to figure out where I had seen them before. Where? Where?!
"Taylor? Earth to Taylor, are you there?" Karlie's voice finally snapped me out of it, my blue eyes blinking like mad before I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, yeah—sorry, you know how I get when lyrics or a melody of a song I'm writing come to me." I blatantly lied so they wouldn't know the true reason for why I spaced. But the whole night, all that continued to bother me deep down was, where had I seen those eyes before?
The exhibit this was much more long and grand compared to last year! And, although I stayed with the group for a while, talking to other celebrities and friends we encountered along the way, I wandered off for a moment. I finally had a moment of solidarity (or so I thought) as I gazed upon an ancient art piece that inspired this year's exhibit theme (which is "Chinese Whispers"). I was looking upon an artifact that was overwhelming covered in jade. I was entranced, lost in my thoughts as I stood here admiring the piece before a voice interrupted my thoughts.
"You know, jade was very important to the Ancient Chinese because according to Confucius, jade had 11 virtues, some of which were beauty, purity, and grace."