With a sigh, I finish fixing my own hair, arranging it nervously on my head. I don't want to admit that I'm nervous, but I'm still shaking, and I don't like my hair, it still doesn't convince me.
—Are you ready Claire? We're going to be late —one of my friends from the club hurries me, picking up her violin.
—I'm almost ready... —I whisper, still quite dissatisfied with my own appearance.
—I'm serious Claire, they'll leave without us and we'll be in trouble.
With a sigh, understanding that I have no choice, I reluctantly put down my hairbrush and stand up, smoothing my coat which was over the dress I had brought for the competition. At home when I found out that a new competition would take place, one of the first things I did with Mrs. Kramer, was to buy a new ball gown to come to Sea
