<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcSKGupkheBhsb31AkkncjWVK7b_J4v5ziQjGJmrKgtTIhSSo4Dh&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Evelyn Bailey<br/><strong>Player:</strong>Elizabeth Ecsed<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Camp check in<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day one, 8:20 A.M.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>soft green dress with white dots, as pictured.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Arriving, getting left, looking more lost than usual.<br/><br/>A deep blue Audi R8, glistening with perfect wax, and new enough to still have dealer tags glided up to the entrance of camp, top down. Three doors opened, four if you count the trunk. Three people piled out, two dressed in outfits worth more than a thousand dollars apiece, the smallest in something she had found at a local thrift store. Still, a secondhand dress in this part of the world was likely to be of great quality, just not hand tailored to fit. In truth, little Evelyn didn't know how to dress for this kind of camp. Music camp was easy. Concert dress was usually the way to go. But<em> outside?</em>Who at their school even went outside at all? It wasn't that Evelyn was afraid of bugs or snakes or anything... Just that<em> outside</em>was bad for violins. Her hands briefly twitched into positions as if holding a bow and neck, but alas, she was empty handed.<br/><br/>A flower print wheeled suitcase was unloaded, hugs and cheek kisses given, brief goodbyes said... And car and parents were gone. It wasn't that they didn't love little Bailey, just... They had stuff to do. And slightly early was Almost Late. Almost Late was Inexcusable. Pausing a moment, the girl fixed her strawberry blonde hair back into a good bun. She hated the convertible, preferring to stay neat and tidy. Plus,<em> outdoors</em>was<em>bad</em>for violins. God alone knew what riding in an open top car at speed would do to one.<br/><br/>At least it was pretty, there in the Adirondacks... The lake stretched out, framed by distant mountains... Glittering prettily in the morning sun, cool and inviting. And there were buildings, as promised. That was a good sign. No way in hell was Evelyn Bailey sleeping in a tent. She'd cry herself to sleep every night.... Not from being spoiled or anything, but just from sheer bewilderment.<br/><br/>Taking her sole suitcase, almost as big as she was... Her baggage notable for the shocking lack of violin case, not even one! Evelyn began trundling towards the camp, head down and eyes on the road before her, knowing some perky staffer would swoop in and be all cheerfully excited to see her, a perfect stranger who hadn't... Exactly volunteered to be here. Especially without a violin. Not even a cheap one.