Thread: Scarlett's Biggest Fan (DeRe x glasspearls)

Sparkling cameras. Intruding microphones. Bright coloured dresses. Shiny curls. Sleek bow ties. Each premiere was typical of the last. It seemed selfish of Scarlett Johansson to call a premiere 'typical' though. Every young girl who had grown up idolizing celebrities would kill to be there, yet there Scarlett was, attempting not to roll her eyes as she was asked for the fourth time in her circuit of interviews how she had gotten her body into shape for the role. Just careful diet and exercise. That's really all it is! Scarlett said with a smile and carefree gesture of her hands, as if every girl at home could so simply achieve Scarlett's eye-catching curves. True, Scarlett's body was the talk of the film as people were promised ample footage of her in the skin tight super hero costume. But Scarlett hoped at least some mention of her acting talent would make it into the press releases. Scarlett had arrived at the famous El Capitan Theatre in LA with her golden locks piled into an updo which rivaled even Brigitte Bardot's infamous bouffant, though the wear of the night had loosened a few curls out of their place. Her makeup was classic but fresh, with a subtle black cat eye and a glossy red stain on her full lips. But what grabbed the paparazzi's attention was the ample amount of cleavage Scarlett's stylist proffered to the masses. Scarlett had practically been sewn into the Merlot coloured couture dress, her stylist having carefully propped her breasts into the tight fitting bodice. The chiffon material on the bottom of the dress was a grateful relief as the soft fabric draped airily down her calves. The finishing touch was the diamond jewelry that appeared to drip down her body, from her dainty earrings to a more decadent necklace and bracelet. The young starlet had been coiffed and primped meticulously for four hours for this premiere, and she was careful to tease the cameras as much as she could. Blowing a kiss here, a wave there. In front of the paparazzi she could be as confident and seductive as she wanted. Because when it came down to it, whoever admired her was always blocked off by a lens or a screen. As the night progressed her mood inevitably lifted, ending the night on an elated high from champagne and compliments. Being fawned over for her looks and the success of the movie was enough to put a smile on any girl's face. The night of glamour had to come to an end eventually though. Feeling exhausted from a full day thriving in the public eye, Scarlett instructed her publicist to field the remaining questions from reporters and paparazzi in order to excuse herself from the spotlight. The after-party was expected to take place after the premiere, but she wanted a few moments to herself to relax before working the crowd again. Scarlett slipped away to the back entrance parking lot where the celebrity limos were instructed to arrive. Scanning the area for the white card that would display her name in the front window, she finally spotted the first limo that fit the bill. Holding the hem of her dress in her hand she jogged towards the limo, feeling her breasts bounce enough to defy gravity itself. Not bothering to wait for the chauffeur to open the door for her she climbed into the back since her publicist had instructed her to be quick in case paparazzi followed. Circle the block a few times. Then drop me off at the after-party. Scarlett instructed to the chauffeur, slumping into the leather of the back seat of the limo as her dress fanned out around her. Quickly. She added as an afterthought, her raspy yet soft voice filling the limo. If he circled the block she could use that time for a peaceful rest before being let off at the after-party.