“Miss Grande, I really have to insist that you get to the stage,” said the assistant. “Shut up idiot!” Ariana replied, causing another round of snickering from the VIP fans. Just then, the assistant’s walkie-talkie blared out, “Is Ariana coming out?” “Oh, any moment now,” the assistant replied, opening the door leading to the ramp that ended onstage. Demi was still holding Ariana’s dress, and now, Ariana was pulling at Demi’s hair. The assistant put one foot out in front of her, and pushed the pair, who suddenly found themselves on the floor, rolling down the ramp to the stage.
The curtain rose on an unexpected sight: not one, but two divas on the stage. They seemed to have some kind of food or icing on their faces, and they seemed to be engaged in a scuffle on the floor. Demi was gripping Ariana’s dress tightly, and it wouldn’t take much to pull it down. Her own dress was up a bit, revealing far too much of her skin and panties underneath. An unlucky kick of Ariana’s leg knocked the microphone off the stand, so the audience, both live, and on TV would hear the lovely divas insult each other as they tussled.
No one was quite sure how this was happening, but almost everyone agreed on one thing. This was going to be good. Jeff, the main cameraman, took his eyes off the monitor for a moment to look at Jamie, director of tonight’s show. “Keep rolling, this is ratings gold.” And so Jeff did.
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