Paparottzi dined on her like vultures on carrion. Screaming at her to just look their way. She ignored them. Sure, people would call her a bitch but she's been called a lot worse. They didn't know that with each flash of light they took a piece of her soul. But she wasn't thinking about that because he was drawing circles on the small of her back. It reminded her that the award show would be over soon and they would talk about everything that didn't have to do with the industry. They would jump on the bed while rocking out to Twisted Sister. Then they would fall asleep watching the Ink & Paint Club on Disney. She would rejoice in the sound of snoring and the way her hand rose and fell with every breath he took. And if they got up early enough they'd watch the sunrise from the hotel balcony. Then to top everything off they would go to the studio and have philosophical discussions about chopsticks. But right now she is discussing her next film project and the new album. She covertly glances at him and for a quick second met compassionate brown eyes. She smiles and decides three hours of mindless drivel and gratuitous gratitude to God was worth it. Just as long as she was with him.