It was Annabelle's birthday, but the day didn't feel very special to her at all. She went to work at the cafe in the morning, and was now singing as usual at the jazz club.
Today, she was wearing a strapless short red dress, her hair let down in long waves. She almost looked like a completely different person when she was at the jazz club. Her parents would have a heart attack if they saw her now, and although Annabelle would have preferred a slightly less revealing dress, this was the only place where she could do what she loved the most - sing. Besides, her boss was actually very considerate and treated her well, and she thought that the only thing she could do was wear whatever he wanted her to.
So, putting all her thoughts about finally being 21 aside, she sang, feeling completely content.