The stage was absolutely stunning and glowing under the lights.
In the exact second Sabrina Carpenter walked out with her iconic blonde waves, the entire crowd literally went wild.
And then she started belting out her legendary anthem, Latte.
Make it hot.
Stella! Stop screaming in the bathroom or you're in huge trouble! That's latte, honey! That is literally a legendary song, mom! Yeah, obviously, I'm not the pop icon Sabrina Carpenter.
I am literally the walking definition of a stan.
I completely copy her entire aesthetic.
And when she drops a new track, I will even stream it 1,000 times a day just to push it to the top of Spotify.
Stella! I have to support my idol, mom.
But my life was way luckier than other fan girls because I had this cousin named Grace.
She's a totally famous, super talented professional dancer who performed in all the massive celebrity shows.
Dearest Grace, how was the show with Sabrina? Does she have a new boyfriend? What's her favorite food? Did you snap any exclusive pics for me? God, I wish I could see her every day.
No idea.
Move.
Let me rest.
Come on, just spill a little tea.
And what did I get? Grace just coldly brushed me off like always.
Ugh, she had such a snobby vibe.
But then when I heard the biggest music festival in the world, Coachella, was coming up and Sabrina was doing this explosive set there, my dignity literally vanished into thin air.
I shamelessly barged into Grace's room, grabbed her leg, and begged her for three days and three nights straight.
Can you low-key sneak me backstage to meet her? No.
Then can you steal one of her rings for me? That's literally a crime.
The stage was absolutely stunning and glowing under the lights.
In the exact second Sabrina Carpenter walked out with her iconic blonde waves, the entire crowd literally went wild.
And then she started belting out her legendary anthem, Latte.
Make it hot.
Stella! Stop screaming in the bathroom or you're in huge trouble! That's latte, honey! That is literally a legendary song, mom! Yeah, obviously, I'm not the pop icon Sabrina Carpenter.
I am literally the walking definition of a stan.
I completely copy her entire aesthetic.
And when she drops a new track, I will even stream it 1,000 times a day just to push it to the top of Spotify.
Stella! I have to support my idol, mom.
But my life was way luckier than other fan girls because I had this cousin named Grace.
She's a totally famous, super talented professional dancer who performed in all the massive celebrity shows.
Dearest Grace, how was the show with Sabrina? Does she have a new boyfriend? What's her favorite food? Did you snap any exclusive pics for me? God, I wish I could see her every day.
No idea.
Move.
Let me rest.
Come on, just spill a little tea.
And what did I get? Grace just coldly brushed me off like always.
Ugh, she had such a snobby vibe.
But then when I heard the biggest music festival in the world, Coachella, was coming up and Sabrina was doing this explosive set there, my dignity literally vanished into thin air.
I shamelessly barged into Grace's room, grabbed her leg, and begged her for three days and three nights straight.
Can you low-key sneak me backstage to meet her? No.
Then can you steal one of her rings for me? That's literally a crime.
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