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Cameras flash nonstop, the paparazzi behind me yelling at every celebrity
to “look this way” and “turn toward me,” as if anyone can discern who me
is in his mayhem.
I shuffle through the crowd, offering apologies when I bump into
another person nearly every foot.
Desperately, I fight to get to my post where I’ll be interviewing on the
red carpet on behalf of The Tea—a celebrity gossip and news channel. This
is the third year I’ve represented them here, and yet my nerves still rattle
me.
“Am I sweating?” I ask. “I feel like I’m sweating.”
Carla, an assistant from the show’s production who’s shadowing me
today, pauses only long enough to give me a quick assessment before
nudging me to keep moving. “You don’t look sweaty. We’re almost there.”
She speaks into her Bluetooth headset, but I can’t make out the words.
It all sounds like gibberish in the chaos.
Years ago, when I started my vlog, I never dared to dream about these
kinds of opportunities. It felt like too much to hope for. But as my vlog
became more popular and my social media following grew, so did the
offers I received.