Aftermath

Foreigners

Kira's Outfit∆∆

*Kira POV*

"Kira! Kira! Wake up!" I female voice called to me. I open my eyes to see Ms.McCall. I jump up.

"Some woman named Connie is down stairs looking for you."

"Are you sure that her name is Connie. Short blonde hair very pale skin." She nods her head. I run to the kitchen.

"Kye, nice to see you loosened up for a change." Strain myself from smacking her.

"Connie what the hell are you doing here?!"

"You wanted stay in Beacon Hills so I brought your work to you " I frown "you having a live performance at some club!"

"Fine, if it's for publicity I could do it." I release a heavy sigh.

"What happen to spending your summer with your friends?" I turn and meet Scott's burning gaze. "You haven't even been here for more than two days, and your already working."

"It's only one quick show. After that I'm here completely."

"You said that when you left Beacon Hills eight months ago." Scott scolded.

"That was completely different."

"How so Kira, I guess you'll never stop lying to yourself." He walks away.

"Maybe I should go the awkward silence in here is making me want to vomit."I pull her arm back.

"Oh, no you don't. Where am I performing?"

"A karaoke bar" my face flares "hear me out, it's publicity and it'll look good doing it for free."

"Free! Are you kidding me. You must be joking."

"No I'm not. You put your career on pause so I'm doing what I can to make sure your fan base don't go down."

"Fine, I'm inviting my friends at least." She nods.

"I'll be going than. Bye Kye." She yells while leaving "seven o'clock don't forget."

"I have to go Ms.McCall and get dressed see you later." I start to walk off "hope you had fun on your date."

I walk in the house and run up stairs. I had nothing to wear! I couldn't wear anything fancy because it's karaoke but I also had to do something honorable.

So I had to call my emergency contact. Lydia. She came over in a instant.

"So what's the problem?" She said out of breath.

"I have a performance tonight and I have nothing to wear."

"Leave that to me." Next thing I know she's going through my luggage and throwing stuff around. "Perfect."

She picked my out a black skirt with a black and white shirt with sleeves that stop at my elbows with red heels.

"That doesn't look like something I'll wear at all."