Heyeverybody sorry for the wait, my sister deleted my first one and I had todo it all over again, ugh!Anyways,I dedicate this chapter toArtemis-Delilah-Avari( thank you so much for helping me)and tnt( I don't want an enemy I hope we can be friends.) Now on with the show..I mean story.

Chapter 14

"Okay, now chin up, turn a little to your left- and perfect!" Mrs. Norman exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

I was in the costume fitting room, trying on the outfit that my sister would have worn for the concert, albeit with different measurements. I was standing on a pedestal in front of three mirrors, turning in a circle for Mrs.Norman, the costume supervisor. 'I hate this outfit. I really, really do.'

Not only were the shoes uncomfortable but the outfit was just plain hideous! The black shirt was uncomfortably tight and the skirt was an unidentifiable mix of red spandex and lycra. The shoes were silver platform shoes with a thick, six-inch wedge. All in all it was a horrible garish outfit, but it fit my sister's one rule with clothing: The tighter the clothes and the more skin they show, the better.

There was no way I was wearing it for the concert. I tried to balance myself which was very difficult as I wore these rediculously high heels. 'How I will dance around on stage in these platforms, I have no idea. I need to say something before it's too late.'

"Uh, Mrs. Norman?" I called, still focusing on balancing myself.

"Yes?" she responded. I had to tell her I didn't want to wear this, I tried to think of the best way to say it and not hurt her feelings.

"Well I -uh I don't think," I trailed off. Well I was lost for words, but I had to test my courage. If I was to be Korma, I had to act like her minus the meaness.

I took a deep breath, gathered my thoughts, and chose my words carefully. "It's not that I don't like your clothes," I stated making sure I didn't give her the wrong idea. "I'm just not comfortable in this outfit and these heels. I am going to have to dance so I'm going to need something more comfortable," I finished.

I bit my lip as I waited for Mrs. Norman's reply.

She was in thought as she examined the outfit, finally she spoke. "Well I suppose the shoes are a bit too high and now that I think about it red isn't really your color. It clashes with your hair," she stated still examining my outfit.

"Okay, lets try something else." She said and walked over to her clothes line.

"I'm going to go change." I mumbled and effortly made my way to the changing room.

Once I finished changing I came out wearing my normal, more comfortable clothes. I didn't have any other clothes since the explosion, so Richard was nice enough to take me to the mall. I had a great time, but I don't think boys and shopping mix.

"I've got it!" Mrs. Norman exclaimed pulling out a very cute outfit.

It was a purple tube top that came to about mid-waist on me, along with an equally cute purple skirt with a silver belt attached. Purple boots with maybe a two or three inch wedge completed the outfit. Mrs. Norman put her hand into a wooden box and pulled out two silver bracelets with green jewels.

"It's beautiful." I sighed.

Mrs. Norman smiled and put the outfit down on her desk.

"Let's make sure it fits you first." She responded fumbling around in her drawer. She pulled out a measuring tape and walked up to me. As she measured me, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Mrs. Norman called keeping her eyes focused on her measuring.

After Mrs. Norman's response a tall, bulky man walked in the room. His black sunglasses and the sidearm sticking out of his pocket told me he was part of the security force.

"Mrs. Norman, I have a kid here who I found wandering in the main room. He claims to know Miss Anders. Should I eject him from the premises?" he asked.

Right off I knew who it was and replied, "Oh that's Richard. He's a friend of mine, will you send him in please?" I asked, hoping they would allow it.

The man looked to Mrs. Norman who nodded in approval. "Hey, Jeff, bring the kid in." The man said into his earpiece.

Within seconds, the door opened revealing another man and Richard.

"Come in, come in!" Mrs. Norman declared. "Any friend of Miss Anders is certainly welcome," she added.

"Uh, thanks." Richard smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

Mrs. Norman smiled and looked to me. "He's cute, is he your boyfriend?" she asked.

Unfortunantly, Richard heard Mrs. Norman and blushed.

"Uh,no he's not." I studdered blushing furiously.

Mrs. Norman raised an eyebrow and slightly smiled, "Oh I see," she winked..

'How red can a person's face get, because if there's a limit I'm WAY over it.' I glanced over to Richard who was no longer red but now had a sort of sad look on his face. This confused me. What was wrong with him?

I was about to question when Mrs. Norman spoke. "Richard was it? You can sit right over there on the sofa while I do my magic. Don't worry it won't take long."

Richard just nodded and with that, he went over and sat down.

"Okay, she announced, "time to try it on!"

I looked to her, "Am I the right size?" I asked.

Mrs. Norman grinned, "Yes, it fits you perfectly. The skirt is a bit long but I can fix that."

She walked over to her desk and picked up the outfit. Putting it up to me she then saw whether or not she had to hem it.

Her green eyes traveled across the length of the skirt in thought.

Finally she spoke, "Yes, I'll definitely take up the skirt a few inches." Following Mrs. Norman's fingers, I saw that with adjustments, the skirt would go to about mid-thigh. 'That isn't too bad.'

I nodded in agreement. It shocked me at how quiet I was. I barely said a word. 'I guess I'm just nervous.'

"Now go try it on," said Mrs. Norman. Her eyes were shining in anticipation.

I smiled slightly and walked back into the dressing room. I changed quickly into the outfit.

As I finished I looked into the long mirror and smiled. I looked good. Really good.

"Miss Anders are you done?" An impatient, yet excited, voice called.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror. "Yes I'm done." I responded, slightly nervous at what her expression would be.

"Okay, wait let me introduce you."

I rolled my eyes but smiled at her excitment.

"Introducing the stylish, glamorous Korma Anders!"

I frowned slightly at the mention of my sister's name but pushed it out of my mind and walked out.

The first expression I got was from Richard. His blue eyes were wide and his mouth was wide open.

I blushed in embarrassment. Why was he so shocked?

A thought came to my mind and I blushed harder and shook my head in disbelief. He doesn't think of me in that way. He's probably just being nice.

"Oh, Miss Anders, you look absolutely stunning!" she squealed.

"W-what do you think Richard?" I asked him. I was curious as to what he was thinking.

Richard looked startled like I just woke him up from sleeping.

Finally he spoke, "Oh, um, you look..." he trailed off, embarrassed.

I waited anxiouzly for his answer. He seemed like he was having trouble with the choosing of his words.

"You look-nice." He finished quickly.

I tried not to show my disappointment. I was really hoping he would say something more. I guess I was wrong.

I faked a smile and thanked him for the compliment. If you consider it a compliment.

"Alright then," Mrs. Norman said breaking up the tension in the room. "I believe we are done here. I'm so glad you came Miss Anders, it was a joy to have you here!" She exclaimed. "Now the hair and makeup is something I don't do but I can make an appointment for you to see Mr. Effron. He's the best! " she insisted.

"I'm going to have to check with my mom on that, thank you for having me and for the outfit," I said, smiling.

She smiled back, "You're welcome. I'll have your outfit ready in your dressing room, now go change and I'll see you at the concert."

I nodded and went to the dressing room to change. When I was finished, I walked back to Richard.

"Uh so..you wanna go get some ice cream?" I asked Richard.

We were in his Mustang driving in complete silence until I just had to say something. I waited for him to say something, anything. The quiet was driving me insane. Was he mad at me?

"Sorry Kori, I'm not really in the mood for ice cream." he apologized keeping his eyes on the road.

"Oh.. alright." I replied.

More silence came until I just had to ask, "Is something wrong Richard? I mean ever since we left Mrs. Norman's office you've been very quiet. Do you want to talk about it?" I asked desperate for an answer.

"Nothing's wrong," Richard stated. "I'm just a little tired, that's all," he finished.

"Okay" I muttered and with that I left it alone. We continued to drive in silence as we ventured home.

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