PTX Shots

Naked - P.1 [Kavi]

Kirstie waved her hand and left the stage with a smile hung on her lips. Her fans always so enthusiastic!

"Good job, princess! Angel voice, as always.", she was welcomed by a high voice when she came backstage. Mitch. "C'mon, change your clothes. You must be in your car at eight, and not a minute late, 'cause I don't like to wait, kitten."

"Okay, okay, Mitchell.", she tiptoed to kiss her manager on his cheek, and he lightly hug her, "Scott will take me out there, you can wait in the car."

"Oh my God Scott is here, too?", Mitch covered his mouth.

"Umm... Yes? He's my bodyguard as well as my assistant, so why not, Mitchie?", she smirked, "Is Scömìche sailing?"

"Stop, and momma gonna stay here, that's it. Go change, kitten.", Mitch rolled his eyes.

"Fine. Momma gonna stay with Dada Scotter, Baby Kitten goes change, got it. Keep it PG, Mitchie!", Kirstie laughed, had run into her dressing room before Mitch complained again.

She quickly changed into a simple outfit, with an oversize hoodie and fit leggings, and cleaned her makeup. She still had 5 minutes left. Kirstie decided to read the schedule Mitch handed her.

7:00pm: Perform at Citywalk.

Done.

8:30pm: Photoshoot for new album w/ Avi Kaplan.

Avi Kaplan? She has heard about him several times before. The famous photographer. They said he can capture models' souls just by his lens. Mitch showed her his photos of Beyonce one time, and said she wasn't impress would be a lie.

"Kirst, you ready?", Scott showed himself up in her door, and she smiled, walked to her transport wrapped her hands around his arms.

She soon caught a grumpy Mitch waiting for her, leaned to the black Mercedes.

"Oops, Scotter, Queen is glaring at me. Save me!", Kirstie jokingly gripped Scott's arm tighter and Scott chuckled.

"Get your hands off my husband, bitch!", Mitch groaned loudly, "And come here, both of you."

As Scott came to give Mitch a kiss, the singer funny "Eww." at them and slid into the backseat. Then the manager got in and Kirstie swore she could cut the thick romantic tension between Scömìche with a knife. God bless her fangirl soul.

"Regularly, Avi doesn't do photoshoot for famous people although lots of them request him. Fyi Kirst, don't be surprise when we arrive there, his private studio is his house! Can't imagine how he makes masterpieces just around his house...", Scott said, glanced at her at the mirror.

"Oh. So how could you convince him to do my album's cover?"

"Scott knows a friend of him, Kevin Olusola.", Mitch scrolled on his phone. "A music producer, old schoolmate of our Noodle. Babe, have you ever flirt to Kevin?"

"No babe, Kevin is straight, and he has a girlfriend. Anyway, here we are!", the blonde guy informed. They arrived before a modern, large, looked expensive house.

Mitch gave her a huge jacket to cover herself while Scott rang the bell.

"Who's there?", a voice called out.

"Kev, it's me Scott Noodle Hoying."

The door opened right after, and the tall black guy gave Scott a hip-hop handshake. He looked at the other two.

"Mitch and Kirstin, right? Come in, come in! Avi is preparing up there, I'm gonna buy him something right now, so....", the trio got into the house, Kevin told them to sit on the couch, then he grabbed his jacket and shouted loudly, "AVI! They have sent me the menu already, what do you want?"