Chapter 11
I grab my phone to text June and tell her the amazing news, but just then another text comes in. Apparently she already knows.
JUNE: Kacieeeeeeeeee!!! You guys are gonna rock the house!
I text her back the wide-eyed emoji and a mountain of hearts.
We still have a few hours to kill before we hit the stage, and Micah wants to hang around the studio to meet with the guys from the label, so I head over to my favorite boutique clothing shop to find an outfit for tonight.
I’ve always loved getting dolled up to play shows, but it’s been so long since I’ve been onstage. I want something that will make me feel extra confident.
The string of bells hanging over the shop door is jingling as I step inside, and I can smell the familiar scent of vanilla coming from the candles that the owner always keeps behind the register. I love this place with its aisles and aisles of unique pieces just waiting to be discovered .
I browse through the tops and find tons of cute tanks and shirtdresses, some of them loaded with sequins, which could be fun.
But then I spot a gauzy burgundy top sprinkled with tiny bits of sparkle that I know will catch the stage lights just right.
It’s nearly transparent too, which could be smoking hot with my lacy black bra underneath.
Next I head over to the pants section to find something to pair with it, and I do a little happy dance right in the aisle when I spot a pair of black faux leather leggings that are just my size.
I try both pieces on in the dressing room and they’re perfect together.
The leggings hug my curves in all the right places while still having enough stretch and give so I can move comfortably, and the burgundy top is a deep shade that really sets off the pale green color of my eyes.
The fabric feels so soft and light against my skin.
Damn, I look HOT. I’m going to blow Micah’s mind when he sees me tonight. I want to keep things as just friends, of course, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want him to notice when I get all done up.
But what if I go all out with this outfit and he doesn’t bat an eye? What if I’m just one more face in the sea of groupies vying for his attention tonight? That’s gonna sting.
Ugh. Whatever. There’s no harm in a girl trying to look her best, right?
I make one more quick stop at the drugstore to grab some makeup and hair product, and then I head back to Micah’s to put myself together.
He’s still out when I get there, so I hop in the shower to soothe my nerves and get myself all fresh and clean. I throw on my outfit, and everything comes together flawlessly. I’ve even got a pair of low-cut black socks with frilly edges that match the lacy edges of my black bra.
Usually I wear my long curly hair pulled back or in a messy bun, but when we play shows I like to leave it long for effect when I’m thrashing. Today I take it a step further and scrunch it up with product and gently blow it dry until I’m all wild, tousled curls.
Next, I work up my most dramatic eye makeup—lots of dark eyeliner with some sparkling pink shadow over my lids and thick black mascara. I finish off the whole look with some ultraglitter pale pink lip gloss. Perfection.
I’m grabbing my purse and heading out the door when I catch a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror. It’s been a long time since I’ve been all done up like this, and I like what I see.