It had been a week since Aiden had found out about his nomination, and the award ceremony was finally going to begin in two hours.
Wade and Aiden reached LA in the morning to attend the award ceremony. They had spent most of the day styling Aiden, and now, they were on the way to the ceremony, sitting in a rented Bentley.
"Don't worry about awards. Think of it as a night out, with overly good-looking strangers, surrounded by journalists and reporters trying to take your picture."
Wade said, leaning against the seat of the car.
"That's really reassuring," Aiden resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "Uncle Sam also told me something similar."
"What did that guy say?" Wade asked, a bit curious.
"Focus on food. Awards come and go. Food in these awards is delicious, but people rarely focus on that, so you can eat as much as you want."