Snippet #855995

Mirra was walking down the street, looking down at the ground whilst trying to take note of her surroundings. Her large keyboard bag was slung over her back, weighing her down incredibly with the amount of chords as well as the weight of it's stand. Was she lost? She double-checked her flyer. Surely, this must be the right place. Arriving at the address noted on the flyer she ahd been given, Mirra felt scared. She wasn't sure if she wanted to do this anymore. It was a crazy idea, a fleeting dream and her mother, and possibly her father, would not approve.

Standing on the driveway and peering into the open garage, Mirra saw that someone was already having an audition. Well, I might as well watch, she thought, and stood awkwardly on the driveway. She didn't have to audition now that she was here. So Mirra waited, and chose to decide after she had seen this other person audition.