Eve squirmed, but was unable, as always, to break from Claire's lock. "My hair!" she complained. She knew her braids were tousled now, she'd have to redo them. She undid them and began finger-combing her hair smooth again.<br/><br/>"Yeah I'll take a soda," she called, blushed a little at her sister's next comment. "I know, but no harm in starting early. I want to be sure to look good."<br/><br/>The truth was Eve had a lot of girly clothes that fit her well. She bought them, liking the way she looked, but was too nervous to wear them out. Sometimes she'd wear fitted jeans, or one of her tight tops, but last minute she'd get shy and put on a baggy sweatshirt that covered it all. She was determined not to do that at the concert.