As an avid plant enthusiast, a hobby passed along to her from her father, Nic is immediately drawn to the extensive landscaping surrounding the inn and makes a beeline for the pergola out back. Little does she yet know how many fretful moments will be spent beneath those wisteria.
She heads inside a short time later and spends a few hours playing a video game beating up a controller while she tries not to think about tomorrow. When she finds she can no longer focus on the objectives, she decides a dip in the pool might be a better distraction and hurries to change.
“Not looking, not looking, not looking,” she whispers to herself as she passes the grey curtain on the wall. “I saw your last production, I know what’s under there.”
-Oh, so you don’t want to see all those contestants beforehand?-
“Wait, you mean I can…” She cuts herself short and groans. “You’re just teasing. You’re still going to make me wait until tomorrow.”
With that in mind she heads out to the pool. Hopefully none of the contestants are looking for grace and elegance because that belly flop is anything but.