Andrew and Keighlah's dresses. Please excuse my bad editing >>>>

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The days went by in a pretty mundane way. It was studio, interview, shows, home and repeat.

But today was a very special day. Today was the day of the VMAs. My first ever VMA. Our duo, The Urban Mantra, was nominated in three categories: best new artist, best pop single duo/group and video of the year. I'd die if we won any of those three.

But moreover, I was happier about the fact that we were invited to the freaking VMAs! I had jumped in delight when Angela called a few days ago to tell us that not only were we invited, but also nominated in three categories and also that we would be performing live! Oh my, in front of all of my idols.

Currently, I was freaking out.

The entire day, our house kept bustling with people. Make up artists, hairstylists and designers. Our get up was going to be gold themed. It went really well with our brown skin.

I was wearing a gold shimmer gown which became frilly thigh down. It was very pretty and elegant. I loved it. My make up was pretty simple. Just a little golden eyeshadow and nude lips and the usual foundation. I paired it up with some golden dangling earrings and a pair of golden heels. My hair was in a bun above my head with small pearls fitted in it. I loved the overall look.

"Hey," Andrew said as he walked into my room. I was checking myself out in front of the floor length mirror.

"Wow." Andrew stopped behind, looking at me through the mirror. "You look gorgeous."

I gave him a toothed grin. "Thanks. I do, don't I? Layla did an awesome job." Layla was my dress designer. She chose my dress and everything.

I turned and looked at Andrew. "My, oh my, won't you turn all the heads in the room." He was wearing a white suit with gold detailing. He had one golden strand in his hair. He looked dashing.

He laughed. "Where is all this confidence coming from?"

"Oh, shush. I'm always confident." I turned around to put on a simple necklace, just a white chain with three pearls in the middle. I was doing the clasp when Andrew touched my hand.

"Here, let me do that for you," he said.

"Oh, uh, sure," I said, a little uncertainly. He was too close to me. As he got the clasp in place, I felt his hand on my bare back. The second he finished, I moved away. "Thanks! Let's go now." I quickly walked out of the room.

After checking everything, and gulping down about a litre of water, we got into our car and started for the award show. Bob was driving today. I was feeling rather nervous, my heart beating at a pace of a thousand miles a second. My first VMA. I had to perform in front of people who ruled the music industry for years. The pressure was high.

I'm sure Andrew was feeling the same. But he was much more composed than me. He was sitting still, staring stoically out the window. I, on the other hand, couldn't keep my hands in one place for long. My hands kept moving from my lap, to my hair, to the car handles, then again to my lap. I let out an involuntary sigh.

"Are you okay?" Andrew suddenly asked and I jumped a little.

"Oh, yeah. Just, nervous," I shook my head and touched my forehead.

"Hey, chill. It's going to be all right. They're going to love us," he reassured me with a big smile and I smiled back. My heart was about to jump out of my chest.

We reached the venue and I had the sudden urge to run away. Andrew opened the door and immediately, I heard the sound of the crowd, cameras snapping, and the sound of chatter. The place was bustling with people. I felt nauseous.

"Water," I announced.

"Good idea," Andrew's voice was small, and he grabbed two water bottles, handed me one, and started gulping down the one he had. I followed suit.

When I had enough water in my system to feel my stomach slosh, we slowly got out of the car.

The red carpet was barricaded and the fans were almost toppling over. I gave them a big smile as we walked down the red carpet. I went closer to the barricades and they started grabbing my hand.

"Oh my gosh, I love you guys." "Oh my God, I love you!" They were all screaming at the same time, and my heart almost burst open with happiness.

"I love you guys too!" I hollered back at them. Andrew was doing the same. We took a few pictures with the fans, and then this bulky man in black uniform came and started escorting us down the red carpet.

As we walked, I suddenly grabbed Andrew's forearm when I noticed somebody. "Oh, my god, look. It's Camila Cabello."

He looked at where I was pointing and gasped. "Oh, shit, it is. Wait! Oh, my gosh look, there's Shawn Mendes too."

"Oh, fuck, Andy!" I squealed a little. "Oh my goodness, they're here! They are right in front of my eyes!"

"Yes!" His voice was a little high pitched. We probably looked like a pair of lunatics, giggling and smiling in the middle of the red carpet, but oh well, who cares.

There was a big screen with 'MTV VMAs' written all over it. We had to stand in front of it as the photographers took pictures.

We stood in front of it. I put my elbow on Andrew's shoulder as we posed. He had crossed his arms in front of his chest. We posed individually and after a few pictures, we started walking into the real arena where the show would be held.

As we walked towards our seats, we passed by many A-lister musicians like Ariana Grande, Billie Eilish and even Taylor Swift! I was about to lose my shit.

Ariana even stood up from her chair and hugged us.

Oh my gosh, did I just hug Ariana Grande? I thought to myself.

She told us how much she loved our music and wished us luck for the award. I took a photo with her too. She's the sweetest human being.

We finally made it to our seat and sat down. I was feeling giddy. I never imagined that I would meet all my favourite musicians whom I had idolised since my childhood. To my utter surprise, Lana Del Rey was sitting right in front of me. I almost started to cry. She was my inspiration.

Before I could tell her that, the event started. The show was opened by Little Mix, and they gave a spectacular performance. After that, the host started the show with the first award. She cracked a joke, and everybody laughed along.

After the first two awards, the category for best new artist came up, and my heart started beating fast. Andrew grasped my hand in his tightly. "Koko, if we win this. . ." His voice was raspy.

"Yes, Andy," I said and squeezed his hand. The host gave the microphone to Dua Lipa, who was going to present the award. She called out the nominations. Tha camera turned towards us and our faces, along with other nominees, could be seen on the big screen. I looked constipated.

"And the award goes to," Dua said, and gave a dramatic pause. I squeezed Andrew's hand so tightly, I must've cut off his blood supply.

After what felt like an eternity, she declared the winner.

"The Urban Mantra!"

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Next chapter - next Wednesday at 10pm IST.