Elara stood behind the large curtain which separated the preparation hall from the stage. She could already hear the faint chatter of the crowd and the clinking sound of glasses.
Ziva stood right behind her. Her dressing was quite impressive today, but still a bit, off. She wore a neat blouse tucked into flare trousers. If only she hadn't worn that puffy coat on it, maybe it could have been better. Glasses were on her eyes as usual, and the beret on her head also contributed to her overall look. Serious but weird.
Ziva's hand reached out and pat her hair lightly. "Always try to look good, no matter what," she said in a low voice.
Elara couldn't help but turn and flash her a small smile. "Well It's not like I'm here for a beauty contest," she said.
Ziva scoffed and shook her head slowly. "It's not just about what you sing. People notice everything. Stand out even if you think you don't need to."
