It's windy and the sun went down. The seafront is pretty empty. There is one middle-aged man playing violin, sitting on the edge of the building. Cece is walking slowly along the seafront, wearing a hood and a backpack. She is holding a bottle of vodka in her hand. She is crying slightly.
Cece(thinking): Ugh...tomorrow is the day...the day I'm coming home, the day when I realize I did it all for nothing. And I won't see my friends ever again. What am I talking about?(cries harder and drinks)Was it worth? What kind of life am I living now? Of course I won't win. I haven't even done anything...I haven't prepared for the contest (takes her phone out of her pocket, looks at the clock and throws her phone on the ground)The contest starts in 12 hours...I don't even want to go, my friends told me I couldn't win anyway...what did I become because of them? That's not me. My parents wouldn't be proud, Leo wouldn't be proud of me...if I don't go..I will disappoint everyone...if I go, I will disappoint myself....haven't I already disappointed myself enough?...Ugh...It's...it's too late....(drinks all the vodka)
Cece drops the empty bottle of vodka on the ground, she takes off her backpack and jacket. She wipes away her tears. She gets closer to the railing.She climbs on it and she climbs down on the other side of it, taking a deep breath. The wind starts blowing harder, Cece looks down at the ocean.
