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"Still no announcement.... Maybe someone at the common area will know what's going on."
Tamara often spoke to herself when nobody was around. She didn't quite know why, though.
She took a quick detour to her car again first and took out her acoustic guitar. She didn't like it as much as her electric, but it was a lot easier to carry around the place. Knowing a music camp, there'd be people performing in the common area.
Heading back to the common area, she began tuning her guitar.

"Yeah... it's wierd..... I think I'll go look around some more... I guess I'll see you around..."

As he left the cabin, his feeling of uneasiness increased, and not just because of that little "episode" with Kadence... as he approached the common area, he saw a girl with a guitar approaching.

"Hi there! I'm Jeff. What's your name?"

"Tamara? Wow, that's such a cool name... You wouldn't happen to know what the deal to this camp would be, would you?"

So he didn't know either, huh?
"Will the following people report to the performance hall:
Tamara Boreas,
Yuri Obrofsky,
and Jacob Stuart."
A sigh escaped Tamara's mouth. She always seemed to be the one being targetted. What was it this time, did she park in someone's spot?
"Well I don't know yet, but I guess I'm about to find out. See you around."
The last part was just out of courtesy. She was always polite, more from habbit than anything. She hated that about herself.

After putting her guitar back in the boot of her car (and checking that there were no 'reserved' signs anywhere near where she was parked) she headed off towards the performance hall.
Wait, it can't be because I'm in trouble... surely they'd want me at the main office for that? But do they really want me to perform this soon? We just arrived!

Kira heard the announcement and sighed, shaking her head. "What in the world do they want with just three of them and not the rest of us?" She sat down, reading again. At irregular intervals a slight shadow of irritation or sadness would cross her face. I don't have a good feeling about this. It's not natural.

"Hmm.... odd. They call me here and fail to turn up themselves? This camp just keeps getting wierder."
She slowly made her way to the stage, and looked at the guitar. It was fairly plain, and had on it a logo which read 'flemmings'.
Acoustic... typical.
She picked it up and gave it a strum.
Atleast its in tune.
By now she had figured they wanted her to perform... it just seemed a bit odd that there was no one there to perform to. There was a sheet of music there though, and she proceeded to investigate.
Hmm.... I'd have thought they'd give me something fairly basic for my first performance... if you can call it that.
She sighed, and put the guitar's strap around herself.
"May as well get accustomed before we get tested, huh?" It almost seemed as though she was talking to the guitar, though one couldn't be sure. One could be sure, however, that the sound coming from the guitar was near flawless. She didn't so much play the music as vice versa as her fingers glided over the frets. It had always been this way; she had never really had to concentrate on her music.

Bewildered, Tamara looked to the rafters. There didn't seem to be anyone there.... but then where did the new sheet of music come from?
It looked like an interesting piece though so she carefully folded it and place it in her pocket.
Her attention was now drawn to the rude man - seemly an 'official' at the camp - who had marched his way in and began barking orders at her.
She decided it best to follow his instruction before asking questions; he seemed in a worse mood than conversation would allow. She played in the same manner as before.