The first audition, which had lasted for three days, had been given so much publicity in the newspapers that he was quite certain that there would be dozens, if not hundreds, more competitors anxious for a chance of achieving fame.
It would be almost impossible to listen to them all and he had left it to the Manager of the project to weed out those who were clearly inferior from those that he would hear personally.
‘I must discover someone really good,’ he thought, but knew that it would be like seeking for the ideal woman and just as difficult to find.
He was now growing a little drowsy and his thoughts were drifting away into what was a disjointed dream where he imagined that he could hear the music he was seeking.
It seemed to seep into his mind and be part of his dream, when he was
