New Life

A Day Out

After the invitation to the award show, Kyara and Emma worked feverishly to prepare a song in time. Kyara hadn't left the house in three days, and she was beginning to have a little trouble breathing in the spacious living room. Next to her, Emma was sitting cross legged with her elbows on her knees, staring intently at the pad of paper in her lap.

Emma looked up at Kyara with an eyebrow raised when she bolted up from the couch "I'm gunna go get food or something. Do you need anything?" Kyara bit her lip as Emma shook her head slightly and went back to the notepad.

Kyara was almost out the door when she remembered to pull on a light jacket to cover her arms. She set a brisk pace, walking towards the street full of shops and food. Assuming people wouldn't notice her this early in her fame, Kyara kept her hood down and looked around with her face in full view. She soon realized that was a mistake.

All it took was one female voice to ask "Is that Kyara?" The sidewalk that had been fairly empty a few moments ago was jam packed full of screaming bodies.

"Kyara!" Wow, thanks. Keep screaming her name, that really helps.

"Can you sign this!?" She couldn't sign anything if she couldn't see who was asking.

"Oh my god, Kyara, I love you so much! Will you marry me?!" No thank you. Still straight, lady. Flattered, though.

Kyara had suddenly wished she had told she was claustrophobic around too many people in the interview. Her breathing quickened as her hands shook. All she knew was that she had to get out, but she didn't know where out was. Hands pulled and pushed her from all angles.

"Give her some space, she can't breathe!" Somebody from a few feet away yelled. The voice was familiar, but Kyara didn't give it too much thought. She took shallow breaths as people only seemed to grow more plentiful. Before she knew it, black dots clouded her vision.

Kyara's tense muscles all relaxed at once when the blonde girl's body decided to shut down. The last thing she saw were chocolate brown eyes and two hands catching her before she hit the concrete.

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Emma stared at the scribbles on the notepad with a small scowl. Who knew this would be so hard? Kyara was the one that wrote the songs. She had always had a way with words. Well, that was of course when she actually spoke.

Completely fed up with the almost blank sheet of paper, Emma turned her attention to the TV that had been muted earlier. She almost fell off the couch when she saw the crowd of people and the subtitle 'Kyara Mobbed In L.A.' A little shakily, Emma reached for the remote and turned off mute.

"Kyara was spotted shopping today, leading to a large amount of people to gather quite quickly. This is the first report of the bright new star being mobbed, and she obviously didn't take it well. A fan that had been near Kyara said, 'Kyara started breathing really fast and shaking. Before we knew it she was blacking out.' Someone reportedly caught the singer before she hit the ground, and is now bringing her home. For more information go to the website."

Emma's jaw dropped. Kyara had passed out in public, and now some stranger was bringing her to the apartment!? How did the person even know where they lived? What if they kidnapped her?

Before Emma could fret much longer, a light knock on the door was brought to her attention. Wiping the tears she had just now noticed on her cheeks, Emma went to the door and opened it without bothering to check who was behind it first.

What she saw now almost made her want to pass out as well. There he was. Holding Kyara bridal style to his chest. He had a gray hoodie up over his raven colored hair, and dark jeans. If Emma didn't know better, she would have just passed him on the street without notice.