Zara shook out her hands, her performance swimming suit on, along with her cap and her goggles. Her nerves zipped through her with the crackling speed of electricity, and she hoped her parents hadn’t had too hard of a time parking.
They didn’t like coming down to the beach, but the venue was partly outdoors, and there wasn’t a lot of parking. If they’d park over by Your Tidal Forever, there’d be a shuttle, but her dad complained about those too.
Hopefully one of her grandparents had just dropped them off.
Zara couldn’t believe her thoughts were consumed with her parents and their parking woes. At least they were here. Noah had texted a few times and called once to say that he wouldn’t be making it to the show.
Her disappointment still tasted bitter on the back of her tongue, coated her
