PART 1:
Demi was standing in front of the table, trying to decide which one of its scrumptious contents appealed most to her. She was eyeing a particularly decadent cake, and a cream pie. Ariana, not anxious to speak to her because of the publicity-driven and artificial feud between them, tried to walk past as silently as possible. Outside, she could hear the sounds of the large live audience finally being let into the building after a long wait. That signaled that the event would be starting soon, but might provide the exact kind of noise she might need to cover up the sound of her footsteps as she passed Demi. She moved quickly now. Unfortunately, just as Ariana was nearly behind the other singer, she took a step back, bent forward and put her face close to the table, as if to take a sniff of the cake she was considering.
Ariana, unable to stop her momentum, collided with Demi’s protruding backside, sending her forward and off balance. Ariana fell ungracefully to the floor with her legs in the air. Demi tried to put her hands on the table to stop herself, but it was too late. She heard a squelch, and her world went momentarily dark.
As she lifted her face from the cake and cleared her eyes with her hands, she turned to see Ariana on her hands and knees, trying to climb to her feet and scramble away at the same time. Less than 20 feet away, the camera phones of a few fans who got backstage with VIP passes were flashing and clicking away.
“You stupid, clumsy…” Demi started, grabbing the front of Ariana’s dress. As Ariana looked up at her, afraid, and batted her eyelashes, Demi’s tone softened. “Did they put you up to this? For publicity? Where’s your manager, I’m going to have a word with…”
“Miss Grande to the stage!” came the voice of an assistant running toward the pair, “Miss Grande….Oh…Miss Lovato…you seem to have a little something on your…” “Get out of here and get me a towel!” Demi growled at the girl, still holding Ariana’s dress at the front. “Don’t just stand there, you idiot!” Ariana yelled at the dumbfounded assistant, “Help me!” Onlookers watched, fixated, wondering what would happen next.
“Look, Demi, I didn’t mean to-“ Ariana was interrupted as Demi pulled her to her feet. “Didn’t you?” Picking up a cream pie from the table, Demi held it in front of Ariana’s face. Ariana wanted to pull away from her, but Demi’s grip on her dress would cause it to rip if she did. So she was forced to close her eyes as Demi smacked her in the face with it. “Mmmmmrrrph…” Ariana spat as she cleared her eyes.
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