The day of the singing contest.
Claire walked into the multimedia room slowly and glanced inside.
The stage was built temporarily, the sound equipment was quite professional, and the room was full of students. The first two rows included judges and school leaders.
The multimedia room was crowded and bustling.
The order of playing was based on the draw.
Backstage, Mr. Jones cheered for Claire. "Don't be nervous. Just assume that the people sitting below are all turnips and greens."
Claire leaned sideways on the chair and crossed her legs casually, playing with her cell phone. Her cuffs were half rolled, revealing her white wrists, and her hair was casually tied into a bun.
The other students were annoyed by her casual manner.
"Everyone is practicing, but she just fools around. Our class is doomed."
