Ariana Grande adjusted the mic, her diamond-studded ring catching the spotlight. Another award. Another speech. She should be used to this by now.

"Wow, this is… insane," she said, clutching the trophy. "I mean, I owe this to my fans, my team, my family—" She paused, smirking. "And, of course, Botox and Juvederm."

Laughter erupted. Cameras flashed.

She tilted her head, dimples deepening. Nailed it.

Inside, though, her thoughts raced. Okay, Ari, that was funny, right? Right? They’re laughing. Phew. But wait—did that sound vain? Sarcastic? Ugh, someone on Twitter’s gonna call it problematic, aren’t they?

She glanced at the audience—celebrities in couture, executives in stiff suits. They all get it. We all do it. It’s Hollywood, babe.

Her smile stayed flawless. Years of training. Years of knowing when to be the joke before becoming the joke.

Control the narrative.

She flipped her ponytail. "Kidding. Kind of. Anyway, love you all. Thank you!"

More laughter. More applause. Another viral moment incoming.

As she stepped off stage, she exhaled. Good speech, Ari. Now let’s just hope no one zooms in too close.