Delaney Carson is currently one of the most famous singers globally to date.
She first rose to prominence when she was only ten years old singing covers on YouTube.
At the peak of her YouTube rise she was discovered by a talent scout who recommended...
My concept of time has been so fucked up the last few months.
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It is six thirty!
I am late!
I am so late!
I hurriedly unlock the door to my apartment and jog through it.
"Sean, I know that I am late but I can explain" I rush out as I close said front door behind me
I am met with a deafening silence.
Oh, he must be running late as well.
I release a sigh of relief at this revelation.
Great! I still have time to take a shower and get dressed.
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I zip up the back of my dress before running my hands over the front of it, smoothing it out.
I am dressed in an emerald green dress that stops near my calves. It has a long slit up the side of said dress which I currently do not mind all that much.
The dress has one long sleeve that goes down one of my arms which the other arm is completely bare.
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
This is okay, I guess.
It is either this dress or the short black one.
I turn around and glance at said dress that is hanging up on my wall.
It is a very slim fitting black dress.
The dress has very thin straps that are made to rest on my shoulders. It has a specific textured pattern around the breast area so that you do not have to wear a bra with it.
The end of the dress stops a few inches above my knees. This dress has a large slit going up one of the legs as well.
I continue to stare at the dress for a few moments before deciding to do my hair.
It is a beautiful dress, but I do not think that I would look good in it.
The last time I wore said dress was three years ago.
I doubt that I still fits anyway.
I retrieve a random hair tie from my shelf and choose to pull my hair up into a slick high ponytail.
As I am pulling my brunette hair up into a high ponytail I am careful not to mess up the curls I did just moments ago.
It takes me a few minutes but I eventually get my hair to where I like it.
"Finally" I sigh out with relief
I briskly make my way out of my closet, switching the light off behind me.
