[Brendon Urie] When You Look Me in the Eyes [2: Looovely]

I couldn't believe it. My red hair was pulled up into a messy-sexy updo, with a few pieces left to accent my face. I stood in front of the mirror, examining myself in this. The man who had appointed me to this job told me this wasn't a ball-gown occasion, but more of a cocktail-dress party. He advised me to wear heels and a dress that accented my curves, but wasn't overly fancy. So I opted for a little black dress and heels to match. I had a red purse with me, and I wore little red balls on my ears. I had to admit, I looked good. Not exactly A-List worthy, but it was a start. I smiled with my pearly whites, happy that I could clean up and look like a star. I was prepared to shine, and help other people shine. That was what the pictures were for. In Touch wanted me to make sure I got some nice shots of the celebs, and they said I could take one with one of them, to show the readers who is taking their pictures at this luxurious party, hosted by Kitson LA. I'd been to a Chanel promo party before, but I'd never gone to one where the biggest celebrities would be. I was psyched.
There was a pure white just-been-cleaned limo waiting for me when I turned and locked the door to my studio apartment. Duke had wanted to come with me as my escort, but they, whoever they are wouldn't allow it. They said I was there for photographs and to do some mingling, to make In Touch look good, like they knew how to do marketing. The limo driver opened my door for me, and I grabbed onto my Hasselblad H3D camera, slung around my neck, just as a precaution. It was a $30,000 camera, which was probably the best camera I had ever owned. Once I began getting more and more of my pictures all over the place, I'd splurged. And now, here I was, shooting the entire layout for the biggest section of In Touch's April 29th-May 5th issue, coming 2 weeks from now. I could not have been more excited, and fidgeted with my pieces of jewelry. To begin the night, I took a picture of the inside of the limo, to show everyone how amazing it was. It probably wouldn't make it in the magazine, but it was a good picture nonetheless.
I heard screams around me. I had no idea I would be dropped off by thw red carpet. Was I that important tonight? The limo driver pulled up next to the carpet, and looked back at me. "Well, here you go. Photographer, right?" He asked. I nodded. "Yeah, this is where you get out, and make sure you don't try and sign any autographs, the stars hate it when the photographers make themselves center when you are supposed to make them look good. Good luck!" He said, and motiond for me to get out. I took a deep breath, pulled my camera off my neck so my dress was completely visible, and opened the door. I was blinded almost. I heard people saying "And this is the photographer for In Touch. Wow, she should be the one getting pictures taken of her! Absolutely stunning in that stunning black minidress." I was flattered by the woman announcing this, and I shot her a pearly white grin, the one Duke said always made his heart stop. I walked quickly but model-like down the red carpet, feeling like a star myself. I still didn't understand why I wasn't with that woman who'd complemented me, photographing the stars as they came. I guessed it was because I was the main photographer for a widely popular magazine. But whatever the reason was, I was happy I could feel like a shining star.
Eventually, I did join the sidelines with the other photographers, once all the huge stars began arriving. A few bands showed up first. Most were from Fueled by Ramen, because I knew perfectly well that Kitson LA was a big sponsor of that label. Those bands included Fall Out Boy (which endued a lot of screaming Pete's name), Motion City Soundtrack, The Hush Sound, The Academy Is..., Paramore, Cobra Starship, and Panic At the Disco. I wasn't all that big of a fan of any of these bands, but I'd heard some albums, and they weren't bad. I took some amazing pictures of all of them, and even threw in a couple of extra for Panic At the Disco, just because I thought two of them were kinda cute. Then some really big celebs showed up. I won't list them all, because there were so many, but let me just say they were all sizzing on the red carpet, giving off the kind of glow that regular people can't beat. They were all absolutely stunning. I counted all the designer outfits, practically everyone. I felt a little embarrassed, having only worn shoes by Jimmy Choo. But no one seemed to care.
After everyone had arrived, and the doors to the luxurious and very large club had been closed, I began wandering around, asking stars to pose for me. They didn't seem to mind the spotlight, and gladly posed. It was a good thing I'm very outgoing, I could boldly go up to any star, no matter what their fame was, and ask them for a pose. They didn't really seem like the type of people you hear about. Snotty, rich, love to glare. No. They seemed to enjoy mingling with me, a few even told me I was pretty, or my dress looked gorgeous on me. I was flattered.
I was at the party for about 2 hours, and I had taken a total of at least 250 pictures. Thank God for digital cameras. Mine held 1000. My feet were beginning to hurt, since I was walking around so much. I'd met a few of the bands, and a lot of them were really funny. But I had yet to meet the cute boys from Panic At the Disco. I couldn't figure out why, but I had this yearning to meet them. Most of the bands were hanging out in one section, so I made my way over there, and shook hands with some people who said they were from The Hush Sound. I couldn't believe how funny some of them were. I wandered around a little more, and finally spotted one of them I'd seen.
I made my way over to him, and asked him who he was. "Ryan Ross. And you are?" He said, holding a long hand for me to shake. He was tall and lean, but when I looked closer, he had some pretty nice biceps. His hair was a bit tousled and light brown. He was dressed in some black slacks and a white shirt, with a tan vest over it. "Savannah Washington, but I go by Lily." I answered. "Huh, that's odd. Lily doesn't go with Savannah." He laughed. "Middle name." I made an innocent face and shrugged. He just laughed again. "Well, I'm photographing for In Touch Weekly tonight. You think I could have a few pics of the band?" I asked, holding up my expensive camera for him to see. "Oh sure." He turned, and called out three names, but I didn't hear them over the chatter of the party. I could only hear him when he was facing me. But nonetheless, 3 boys came waltzing up to us. One guy looked to be a little older than the rest. His hair was dark, and he had a beard. He was introduced to me as Jon Walker. I gave him a polite smile. The 2nd boy seemed a little chubby, and had a girlish style going on with his brown hair, but he was funny and nice, introduced as Spencer Smith. I turned to the last one, but Ryan didn't even say anything, and the boy held out his hand, introducing himself as Brendon Urie. He was by far the cutest. He had dark hair that ended just above his eyebrows, and lips that weren't overly bg, but the kind that could easily create an irresistible pout. He gave me a knee-weakening smile, and spoke to me more than the others.
"Wow, Savannah Washington, huh? Shouldn't you be the one getting pictures taken of you? That dress looks sexy on you." He smiled, giving me a wink. In most cases, this would cue the girl's blush, but not me. My flirty side kicked in, and my outgoing red-headed blood poured into my veins. "Well, looking pretty hot yourself, Urie, was it?" I smirked, and gave him a wink back. He gave me an even bigger smile, causing my cheeks to pull, and I revealed my white teeth. Ryan cleared his throat, and interrupted our little chatting. "Savannah, didn't you say you wanted a picture?" He asked, causing my blush to come. "Oh, right. The four of you together, please." I said, and stepped away from Brendon, shooting about 6 pictures of the boys, and even a silly one, just for kicks. "Thanks, guys." I said, returning my camera to its place in my hands. "It was looovely to meet you." Brendon said, drawing out his 'o' in lovely. I giggled, yes, giggled, as he took my hand and planted a light kiss on it. He gave me another wink before following his band to mingle with other people. I couldn't believe it, but I smiled at my hand.
So she meets Brendon Urie! A little early in the story, I know, but hey, gotta have an entrance to a story, right? Next one out soon!
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