Micah looks in the mirror in his suit. He straightens out his tie and takes in a deep breath. A knock his heard on the door, to which he turns around and sees his mother, Jennifer, standing at the doorway.
Micah: Hey, Ma.
Jennifer: Are you ready for your night out with Kalia?
Micah: You mean Kalia and her parents? No.
Jennifer walks into the room and helps Micah with his hair.
Jennifer: You’re going to be fine, baby. Her parents are going to love you.
Micah: Her mom is chill, but her dad just seems… scary. Like he wants to rip my throat out of my mouth type of scary.
Jennifer: That just comes with all dads. Your father would do the same thing if Reagan and Dylan bring around guys they like.
Micah: Yeah, but dad’s not a big time Swedish movie actor that looks like he works out at every minute of the day.
Jennifer finally finishes pulling Micah’s hair back away from his face.
Jennifer: No, but your dad is still pretty crazy when it comes to the girls.
Micah chuckles to himself, and turns around to face his mother.
Micah: I’m just afraid that I’m too different for Kalia’s lifestyle. Like, the way the media puts it, it’s like I’m dating the princess of Sweden or something…
Jennifer: As long as you stay true to yourself, you’re going to be fine.
Micah: Mom, that advice only works in movies.
Jennifer faces her son before he walks out of the room.
Jennifer: The only thing that matters is that you treat their daughter with respect and that you treat her right, which you do.
Micah: We’ll see.
He walks out of the room, leaving his mother standing there.
Micah opens the door for a woman with long blonde hair and a red dress on. He waits for her to fully walk through before walking through himself. The door closes behind her, and they both begin walking down the long hallway.
Kalia: You look quite dashing tonight, babe.
Micah: And you continue to be the most beautiful girl in the room.
Kalia giggles and slips her hand into Micah’s. She looks at Micah’s face and then stops in her place.
Kalia: Babe, your piercing.
Micah: What about it?
Kalia: I told you that this was a formal event; no piercings like that are allowed.
Micah: It’s just a septum ring, Kal.
Kalia: My parents are going to say something about it; I am just warning you before they do.
Micah annoyingly flips up his septum ring to make it invisible in his nose. The couple continue to walk along the hallway.
Micah: So, your dad; does he know about us dating?
Kalia: Well, my mom definitely didn’t leave that little detail out…
Micah loosens his collar a bit, nervous.
Micah: I wish I was able to meet him in a less intimidating place, not at this gala thing.
Kalia stops in her tracks and looks at Micah.
Kalia: Babe, you’re going to be fine. He’s going to like you.
They both continue to walk down the hallway until they reach closed double doors. Micah opens them and the couple enters the ballroom where the gala is being hosted. People on all status levels are dressed in tuxedos and ball-gowns; the room is surrounded by celebrities from all around the country. Micah looks around the ballroom and immediately swallows hard.
The couple walks through the ballroom and begins to mingle with the other people. Micah stays silent and looks around, feeling uncomfortable in his place. He looks at a tall man in a tuxedo across the room; he’s buff, fit, and kept together. When Kalia leaves the other people she’s talking with, she looks at Micah and the direction he is looking at.
Kalia: Who are you looking at?
Micah: Who’s that guy surrounded by all those girls?
Kalia playfully slaps Micah and laughs.
Kalia: That’s Prescott Jones. He’s the sole heir to the multimillionaire company, “Joneson”.
Micah: *widens eyes* You’re serious?
Kalia nods her head and immediately goes to talk to another person. Micah stands in the middle of the ballroom, not really knowing what to do. He takes out his phone to kill some time and walks towards the balcony. He bumps into someone and immediately looks up.
Micah: Oh my god, I’m so sorry, ma’am-
He looks at the person he bumped into and immediately recognizes them.
Kalia: *from across the room* Micah?
Micah looks towards Kalia and back at Rosie, who isn’t standing there anymore. Micah just walks back towards Kalia.
Kalia: You’re okay, babe?
Micah: Yeah, yeah… I’m okay.
Kalia smiles and grabs Micah’s hand, pulling him towards a table. Once they reach that table, Micah looks at the table full of well-dressed adults. Micah immediately panics.
Kalia: Hi, daddy; hi Marcielle.
Micah looks at the man that is Micah’s dad, Joel, with slick-back blonde hair and clean-shaved face. Accompany him is a red-haired woman with a emerald green dress.
Kalia: Daddy, this is Micah, my boyfriend.
Micah puts his hand out; nervous.
Micah: It’s nice to meet you, sir.
Joel: Likewise, young man.
Marcielle: Micah is Milo’s son, Holder.
Both the guy’s eyes widen in shock.
Micah: *nervous* Y-yes.
Joel: What a small world. We used to know your dad when we were younger.
Marcielle: Tell him we said hi.
Micah nods his head; he pulls out a seat for Kalia, and sits next to her.
Joel: So, what do you do for a living, Kamalani?
Micah: I, uhm, I’m in college, sir.
Kalia: Micah is a sophomore, daddy.
Joel: Ah, I see. What are you studying?
Micah: I’m studying music…
Joel blinks in response, not expecting for that answer to come out.
Joel: I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Marcielle: *stern* Holder.
Micah awkwardly picks up his glass and drinks.
Kalia: Micah is looking to do some producing when he graduates.
Micah: Uhm, yeah. Hopefully.
Joel: One can only hopes in this world. *to Micah* Your hair looks like you play music.
Micah takes another sip of his drink and places the glass down.
Micah: Thank you! My family and I just have really good hair genes!
Joel and Marcielle look at each other, confused. Kalia laughs to break the silence.
Kalia: Of course! Heh, so, uhm, daddy – I have a couple of auditions this upcoming week!
Joel: That’s great sweetheart, I knew you would eventually get into acting, just like your dad!
After a few more drinks, Micah gains some confidence in the conversation.
Micah: Kalia was a banging drummer though in high-school! She would’ve been one of the hottest members of a rock band!
Micah laughs obnoxiously and Kalia tries to quiet him down.
Kalia: *whispers* Babe, you’re embarrassing me.
Micah: I’m just making small convo with your pops, Kal!
Kalia: I think you had enough to drink…
Micah takes his drink from Kalia, who is trying to help stop him drink anymore.
Kalia: *annoyed* Micah!
He gets up from his seat and excuses himself.
Micah: If you excuse me, I am going to smoke a cigarette, would you like to join me, Joel?
Joel: *annoyed* Please, call me Mr. Holder. And no, I don’t smoke.
Micah: You look like one of those actors that just smoke. Maybe it’s your hair.
Micah leaves the table and heads towards the balcony. He takes out a cigarette and lights it up. He takes in the brisk air. He looks toward the ballroom and squints to see the people inside. His eyebrows scrunch together when he sees Rosie sitting at the table with Prescott Jones. He’s surprised when he sees her sitting with someone as rich and high-profiled like Prescott.
Moments later, he is faced with his girlfriend, who is visibly upset.
Kalia: How the hell did you get yourself so drunk, you would embarrass me like that in front of my father?
Micah: What? I just had the sparkling apple cider crap you fancy folks drink up.
Kalia: That was champagne, you asshole! How could you act that way in front of my father? You made me look like a fool!
Micah: Well sorry that my presence and my actual personality doesn’t sit well with your rich and famous dad!
Mich puts the cigarette out and starts to walk inside the ballroom. Kalia grabs Micah’s arm to stop him.
Kalia: You are not entering that ballroom while we are upset with each other; the press will leak a story and I don’t want to have to deal with that publicity tomorrow.
Micah: Is that all you care about?! Seriously Kalia, why the fuck are you even dating me if you want to change every little thing about me?
Micah yanks his arm out of Kalia’s grip and walks inside. He walks towards the entrance to leave the gala; Rosie watches Micah leave the venue from her table.