Keira was having at blast. It was great to see Mo’s pub had finally lighten up after the incident. And it all felt right, she thought. The girl was sitting there sipping on her root beer and saw the girl from that other party she had attended, refusing to come up stage.
“Hey!” she called out to the man with the guitar “Tommy! Leave’er alone– what? GOD, NO!”” Keira covered her face with her hands when she was asked to come up stage instead of Zoey “No no no no no no…Please don’t let him do that!”
The entire thing could have been considered a mess, in all honesty. Between the two girls not wanting to get on the stage, and Tommy wanting – no, needing – a performer, Zoey didn’t know what to do. She just shook her head in terror and pushed the guitar away, stepping back and almost tripping up onto the stage. Wrong way, Zo.
“Gotta stop him from doing that to me first,” she said indignantly, straightening herself back up and crossing her arms over herself protectively. The last thing she wanted was a repeat from last time. “Look, I didn’t say ‘yes’, I said ‘maybe’. There’s a big difference between the two.”
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