Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25628880-20151111183145/@comment-27235572-20151116003104

Quinn hurried backstage, anxious about the time. She presumed that she wasn't very late at all, but she disliked not being punctual in any circumstance. Underneath her arm was her satchel, one that had been a gift for her birthday. In it was stashed some snacks and the essential supplies that she would need for the contest.

At least, she hoped that she had brought the right stuff.

Quinn stopped in her tracks once she entered the backstage room. ''Wow, these girls are really pretty. I don't think I'll even get past the first round..'' She though worriedly, biting her lip sharply.

Her personal insecurities weren't her only concern, however. There seemed to be an argument brewing between three girls, who were all positively radiant. Rather than attempting to be a diplomat, Quinn hurried over to her vanity, the one that was helpfully labeled 'Quinn'.

She didn't look to see if there was anyone she knew. Quinn only sat before the vanity, withdrawing a makeup kit procured by her mother from the satchel. Knowing that lady, it was probably filled with extravagant makeup, so Quinn would have to make sure to apply minimal amounts.