CHAPTER 20
SHE COULDN’T DO THIS. Singing in front of a stranger was a harrowing enough experience for one day. Now she was the sole adult in charge of a room full of sixteen children, most of whom were far more interested in turning the shepherd staffs into swords than in any sort of singing or acting.
It was the most ill-prepared Katrina had been for anything. Half the time, she could hardly raise her voice loud enough to be heard. She was an even more pathetic director than she expected. Things were so bad that she was actually relieved when Mrs. Porter huffed her way downstairs “just to see how things were shaping up.”
“I hate to admit it,” Katrina confided, “but I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
Mrs. Porter clapped her hands for attention. and within three minutes each child had
