“What you doin’ this for?”
“I have asked Mr. Baker to employ me. I am doing this to show him my abilities.”
“Like, when we audition?” giggled one of them.
“Yes.”
“Come along, girls. Miss Morris is busy and you should be warming up!”
Leo Baker’s strident tones rang across the stage and made the girls jump. The dark-haired girl smiled at Temia.
“Good luck!” she said, before joining the others.
By four o’clock, Temia had done as much as she could. She had almost run out of paint, so she put down her brushes and sighed.
Les Jolies Mademoiselles had rehearsed two dances and now, the red-haired girl, whose name was Lily, she discovered, was on stage alone.
Her singing voice had a pleasant tone, and, as she wrung her hands and cast her eyes skywards, she sang Handel’s Where’er you walk t
