Elara was still sleeping when she heard a faint knock on her door. It's still so early. Who could that be? Her gaze moved to the side of her bed. Ziva was still there, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
Elara stood up and went to get the door. A guy stood at the door, not smiling. He said that all grade three singers were requested to come to the training room by the right wing immediately. Then he walked away.
Before leaving her room, Elara had paused by the bed. Ziva was still asleep. She lay sprawled under the blanket, hair messy. Elara watched her for a moment, then turned away and left quietly, pulling the door shut behind her.
When she got to the hall. It was almost filled up. Grade three singers stood or sat in small groups, whispering and stretching. Some also just entered, like her. No one really knew why they had been called so early. But everyone felt it was important.
