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Lilpuff
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Charlie rolled over, her long brown hair covering her face in an unattractive way as she began to wake up, the sound of thunder outside waking the teenager from her sleep. Although, this was good. Without that wake-up call, she may have missed auditions. She stood up from her bed and got dressed, putting on black Vans, dark skinny jeans, and a black tank top, putting her jacket on over it and running a brush through her hair, grabbing her guitar case as she walked downstairs for breakfast. "Morning Dad. Where are the other two?" She asked as she ate her eggs. "I don't know, Char. I think Harry said something about needing to get his strings repaired, so they both went." Charlie nodded, finishing her breakfast and sanding up.
"Gotta go, dad. See you later, ok?" She called as she stepped out the door, putting in her headphones in as se walked down the street, her guitar slung across her back and an umbrella in her hand. Finally, she made it to the hotel, leaving her umbrella at the door. She walked up to the desk, asking the concierge where conference room f9 was. "Down the hall a bit, it's the third left." She thanked him and left, putting her hand on the knob before stopping and taking a deep breath. "Here goes nothing..." She whispered, twisting the handle and pushing open the door.
"Gotta go, dad. See you later, ok?" She called as she stepped out the door, putting in her headphones in as se walked down the street, her guitar slung across her back and an umbrella in her hand. Finally, she made it to the hotel, leaving her umbrella at the door. She walked up to the desk, asking the concierge where conference room f9 was. "Down the hall a bit, it's the third left." She thanked him and left, putting her hand on the knob before stopping and taking a deep breath. "Here goes nothing..." She whispered, twisting the handle and pushing open the door.