A: Youthful and unserious: jeans and a designer tee
B: Classic formal — a tux or ballgown
C: Baroque extravagance with embroidery and jewel tones
D: Effortless sex appeal, showing just enough skin
3.)Your date for the big event is:
A: Your mom. Aww!
B: A yummy supermodel
C: Your personal assistant-slash-BFF
D: Who needs a date?
4.)Pick a shoe!
A: Trendy, fun sneakers
B: Perfectly-shined dress shoes
C: A Mary Jane strap and a spike heel
D: YSL boots
5.)Lastly, choose a word or phrase that sums up your ideal night.
A: Unexpected
B: Triumphant
C: Just here for the open bar
D: Life of the party
RESULTS:If you got mostly “A’s,” you are DEBUT Sterling! If you got mostly “B’s,” you are INNER RADIANCE Sterling! If you got mostly “C’s,” you are EVERY ME, EVERY YOU Sterling! If you got mostly “D’s,” you are STARGAZER Sterling!
Tune in this Sunday to chill with your fellow Graylings on the Grammy Watch Party Live Thread! Bring your popcorn, your favorite drink, and your Goalposts Tour t-shirt… we’ll bring the commentary, the memes, and the fun! Our Grammy coverage starts now in the FASHION PREDICTIONS and DREAM ACCEPTANCE SPEECH threads!
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Two weeks later, the Cyclones are headed to the Mega Bowl, and, against all odds, you have managed to extract Kai from his team’s seemingly nonstop practice and preparation to walk him down the red carpet as your date to the Grammys. It’s another quick trip: you two fly into Los Angeles Sunday morning along with a style team, and Kai promised Coach Beausoleil that he will be asleep in his own bed on Monday night. It’s also Pro Party Game weekend, which Kai was selected for in his position and conference, but, per NFA rules, players going to the Mega Bowl don’t participate due to scheduling and worries about injury in what’s essentially a silly exhibition event. Kai made youwatch the skills challenge on Thursday, which was pretty cool—quarterbacks tried to make fancy distance throws, and receivers run an obstacle course, for instance—but his face is in his phone watching the commentators discuss the main event, the flag football game between conferences, while a poor, hapless female stylist in the living room of your California house tries to interest him in choosing between two designer ensembles.
“Kai, the sooner you finalize what you are wearing, the sooner you can watch part of the game,” you reason with him from the bedroom, where a master stylist from one of LA’s most exclusive salons is setting your hair in rollers.
“Just stick me in a black monkey suit and call it a day,” Kai grumbles good-naturedly. “I’m just there as arm candy for when you win all those awards. Can’t be worried about upstaging you.”
The casual narcissism makes you laugh, which was probably Kai’s intent. Less than an hour later, he wanders into the bedroom. He’s shirtless, barefoot, and wearing just a pair of loose, belted dress pants. The sexiness is almost completely offset by the fact that he is loudly stuffing his face with half a veggie sub while still holding his phone. In all fairness, you are also on your phone texting Maeve.
“Have you eaten?” he asks. “I thought our car was coming at two.”
“It is,” you reply. “And I had a salad while they were setting my hair. Why didn’t you eat earlier?”
“Oh, I did,” he laughs. “This is Second Lunch. And your hair looks very pretty.”
“I agree,” you say, preening a little. Marcel, the stylist, did an amazing job. Your long hair is styled half up and half down,with the top part teased into a retro pompadour, and the length falling in shiny, loose waves.
