Celebrity Blissfiles Numero Dos - The Smile.

Number Two in the Celebrity Blissfiles is brought to you by the vivacious Bella Beauty, PGL writer wunderbar.

NAS

Nas. Centimeters away. Smooth skin, covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Tattoo visible in minute detail. Bejeweled medallion, glinting in the light, hypnotic as a swinging watch, reflecting in his dark, soulful eyes. Kinda short.
Rewind to how this all happened....
Due to some primo weed exchanging hands, PGL writer Bella managed to wrangle herself an onstage seat at Nas's Tivoli show. Eventually sitting down was too much to bear and she found herself standing in the middle of the walkway that separated the main stage from the back stage area to get an even better view. Before she knew it, the show had ended, and Nas was standing directly in front her in an attempt to get past. The realization that she was looking down at The Man, The Legend, overcame her, and she became unable to move  She was acutely aware that she needed to step to the side in order to let him by, but she was physically unable to move. One second went by, then another, and another. While the other ladies present were clad in stilettos and gold mesh dresses, she had come straight from work with her hair in pig tails, and a Felix The Cat t-shirt on, and, in conjunction with her manic expression, she resembled a grade school student with severe mental health issues. She managed to raise her eyes from his glistening torso to his face, and contorted her mouth into a psychotic grin. "Ughn...shmio...ah?" A strangled series of grunts burst free from her mouth, but no English would emerge. Nas lifted his eyes to meet hers, and, smoother than a cobra, smiled at her. She shifted both feet to the side just enough to let him through.... and promptly swooned back onto her chair.