Just What I Needed

Just What I Needed (37)

Keely stared at the outfit with bulging eyes. “You expect me to wear this?”

“Well Andy chose it specifically for this concert, so, yes, yes I do,” answered Maureen easily as she looked down at her phone. “Oh, Keely, no wardrobe fits, you wore that dress to the movie premiere.”

“That was different! This is just all Olivia Newton John on John Travolta!”

“Call it whatever you want, it's what you're wearing for this performance.”

Being shoved by Maureen was something a person who was on her record label simply could not refuse, so Keely grudgingly snatched up the carefully laid out outfit in her arms and stalked back to her change room. Her change room actually happened to be a bathroom, but who was really counting? At least it didn't smell bad.

But as she stripped out of her grey sweatpants and white tank top, she realized that the clothes that had been chosen for her to wear could have been much worse, after all she'd seen some of the outfits that Marissa had to wear while on stage. In fact, compared to that, she had it quite good. The black leather pants looked like they'd be tight, but paired with the plain brown leather belt that had the big belt buckle and the cream bohemian style shirt that cut a bit too low for comfort, but hung loose – though flatteringly – off her body with sleeves to her elbows. Now that she thought about it, the whole outfit had a bit of a Jim Morrison feel.

The moment she got home she was looking at pictures of Jim Morrison at concerts, she was sure this was just a feminize version of one of his outfits.

It was really just the ankle breaking red heels that Keely was worried about, they looked rather dangerous off of her feet. Sure she wore heels when the mood strikes, but not even half the height of the ones she'd been given. Plus it was known that she could be fatally clumsy, and if she'd learned anything from all those practices in the warehouse with the boys it was that she loved to move around when she was performing, sure she wasn't near as eccentric as the artist she was being dressed after was on stage, but still. It just didn't seem like a good pairing.

Carefully bringing the curls over her shoulders, Keely looked at herself in the mirror, bracing her hand upon the porcelain sink.

The girl in the mirror didn't look like her at all, having had hair and makeup artist attack her face all day for her debut performance. Her hair had prefect loose curls, her eyes delicately shaded with dark shadow, her skin pale and flawless beneath the lights and her lips smooth and plump.

Yeah, the only thing Keely recognized in herself was her green eyes, and even those looked a bit wide and terrified.

She had gotten so used to the no make up, ripped jeans, concert tees and forgetting to brush her hair that Keely had forgotten what she really looked like when she dressed up. To be truthful, when Haley dressed her up, she'd always been like a life sized doll for her best girl friend. And if she continued on in the honesty mode, she would say she liked the messy musician look better.

Hastily pushing up from the sink, Keely cut out of her makeshift dressing room and down that hall.

“Hey?! Where are you going?” called Maureen's voice from behind her.

For once she didn't stop, which might be considered rude, but she was feeling close to panic at the thought of performing. “I need some air,” she shouted in response, waving a hand carelessly at the woman behind her before shoving out of the side door.

The alley was grimy, dark and damp, but that wasn't a surprise, it was a New York alleyway after all. Letting out a groan, Keely leaned against the metal door, thankfully for the cool air beating on her forehead. Inside was too warm, she could hear the music the DJ was playing to keep the crowd occupied until she got on stage along with the congested crowd. She did really want to play again, she could remember clearly the high that came with preforming and she'd love to feel it again, but at the moment it was the nerves she was feeling the most.