“Lord, how am I going to give her all of the help she needs in only three months?” Three years might be more workable. Still, all of that stuff about not giving up on your dreams … was the Lord speaking through Penny, perhaps? Stranger things had happened. Maybe God’s plan for Tangie included at least one more shot at Broadway.
“April.” She whispered the word. Auditions for A Woman in Love were going to be held just after the Easter production, according to Marti. And Vincent Cason, the director, had specifically asked about Tangie for the lead. Though flattered, the idea of going back home to the Big Apple scared her senseless. On the other hand, she didn’t want to miss God. Was He wooing her back to finish what He’d started four years ago, perhaps?
Minutes later, a customer arrived—a woman ordering a wedding cake. Thankfully, Tangie had some experience with cakes. Her mom made ice cream cakes for brides all the time. How different could a baked cake be? She located Penny’s sample book and walked the young woman—who introduced herself as Brenna—through the process.
“I’ve already talked to Penny about the size and style,” Brenna explained. “We settled on a four-tier with cream cheese frosting. But I wasn’t sure about my wedding colors until this week.”
“Sounds like I’ll need some specifics about the wedding, then,” Tangie said, reaching for a tablet.
“The wedding is on April 14,” Brenna responded with a smile. “I’ve waited for years for Mr. Right, and now that I’ve found him, I can’t stand waiting three months. Is that silly?”
“Doesn’t sound silly at all. What’s the point in a long engagement when you’ve done nothing but wait up till then?” She scribbled the date on the notepad and then looked up at Brenna. “Where is the wedding taking place?”
“Harmony Community Church.”
“Oh, that’s my church,” Tangie said.
“Really? I don’t recognize you. But then again, that church is growing like wildfire, so it’s getting harder to recognize everyone.”
“I’m new. They just hired me to direct the children’s plays.”
“Oh, wait …” Brenna looked at her with renewed interest. “Is your name Tangie or something like that?”
“Yes.”
Brenna nodded. “I was working in the nursery the week you were introduced, but my son Cody told me all about you. He’s scared to death I’m going to make him be in the next play. He, um … well, he didn’t have the best time in the last one.”
“Ah.” So this was Cody’s mom. “Well, I think I can safely say this one will be more fun.” She hoped.
“It’s hard, being a single mom and trying to keep your son interested in things going on at church.” Brenna’s words were followed by a dramatic sigh. “I have to practically wrestle with him just to get him through the kids’ church door on Sunday mornings. I’ll be so glad when Phil and I get married. He’s going to be a great dad for Cody.”
Tangie paused to think about the little boy. Gran-Gran had mentioned he came from a single-parent home, but didn’t say anything about an upcoming wedding. Then again, maybe she didn’t know.
Nah. Scratch that. In Harmony, pretty much everyone knew everyone else’s business. And then some.
“Let’s talk more about the cake,” Tangie said, offering Brenna a seat. “What are your wedding colors and what type of flowers will you carry?”
“The bridesmaids’ dresses are blue and the flowers are coral and white. Lilies. I know Penny can make the lilies because I’ve seen her sugar-work in the past.”
“Wonderful. I’ll just write this down and give it to her when she gets back,” Tangie explained. “If she has any questions, I’m sure she’ll call. And I’ll let her take care of getting your deposit.”
“Oh, no bother.” Brenna reached into her purse for her checkbook. “We’ve already talked through this part. I’m leaving a hundred-dollar deposit today and will pay the rest the week before the wedding.”
They wrapped up their meeting and Brenna rose to leave. Afterward, Tangie went to work in the back room, tidying things up. Looked like Penny hadn’t stayed on top of that. Likely her workload was too great.
About three hours later Penny returned, looking a bit winded. “Sorry, hon. But it’s gonna be like this till my treatments end.”
“Your treatments?”
“Forgot to mention that part, didn’t I? I drive over to Trenton for chemo two days a week. Breast cancer. I was just diagnosed about two months ago.”
“Oh, Penny. I’m so sorry.” Tangie shook her head. “You should have told me.”
With the wave of a hand, Penny went back to work. “I’m trying not to let it consume me. But I must warn you”—she began to look a little pale—“that sometimes my stomach doesn’t handle the chemo very well.”
At that, she sprinted to the back room. Tangie followed along behind her, stopping at the restroom door. “You okay in there?” she called out.
“Mm-hmm.” Penny groaned. “Nothing I haven’t been through before.” After a pause, she hollered, “Would you mind putting another batch of sugar cookies in the oven? The after-school crowd will be here in less than an hour, and I’m not ready for them. The cookie dough is already rolled into balls in the walk-in refrigerator. Just put a dozen on each tray. Bake them for ten minutes.”
“Of course.” Tangie carried on with her work, silently ushering up a prayer for Penny. Looked like she needed all the prayers she could get.
Gregg sat at his desk, reading over the script Tangie had e-mailed. Though different from anything he would have ever chosen, he had to admit the story line was clever, and probably something the kids would really get into. He would play along, for the sake of time—and in the spirit of cooperation. But as for whether or not he would enjoy it? That was another thing altogether.
He exhaled, releasing some of the tension of the day. In some ways, it felt like things were spinning out of control. Not that he ever had any control, really. But the illusion of having any was quickly fading. Gregg couldn’t control the things his mother was going through. He couldn’t control things with Ashley, who’d just informed him she might give her relationship with her old boyfriend another try. And he certainly couldn’t control the madness surrounding Tangie Carini and the kids’ musical.
“Lord, what are You trying to show me here?”
As if in response, Gregg’s gaze shifted up to the plaque on the wall, one the choir members had given him for his last birthday. He smiled as he read the familiar scripture: FINALLY, ALL OF YOU, LIVE IN HARMONY WITH ONE ANOTHER. 1 PET. 3:8. He smiled as he thought about the irony. Live in harmony.
Sometimes it was easier living in the town than living in the sort of harmonious state the scripture referred to. Still, he’d give it his best shot. God was calling him to no less.
With a renewed sense of purpose, Gregg turned back to his work.
Chapter 9
On the following Sunday afternoon, Tangie stood in the fellowship hall, preparing herself for the auditions. She placed tidy stacks of audition forms on the table, alongside freshly sharpened pencils and bottles of water for the directors. Brittany had agreed to help, thank goodness. And Gregg would take care of the vocal auditions. Yes, everything was coming together quite nicely. Now, if only they could find the right kids for each role, then all would be well.
“Ready for the big day?”
She turned as she heard Gregg’s voice. “Hey. Glad you’re here. I want to run this form by you before the kids arrive.”
“What form?” Gregg drew close and glanced at the papers in her hand. “What have you got there?”
“Oh, it’s an audition form, designed especially for today. Look.” She held one up for his inspection. “See this section at the top? Brittany and I will use this section for the drama auditions. There’s a column for characterization—does the child really look and act the part? Then there’s another for inflection, another for expression, and another for volume. It’s pretty straightforward. You’l
l see a spot at the top where the child fills out his or her name, age, and prior experience on the stage.”
“Ah ha.” He seemed to be scrutinizing the page.
“I’ve created a separate section at the bottom for the vocal auditions,” Tangie added, pointing. “It gives you a place to comment on things like pitch, projection, harmonization skills, tone, and so forth.”
He pursed his lips then said, “Good idea. We could’ve used something like that when we auditioned the kids at Christmastime.”
His words of affirmation warmed Tangie’s heart. “Did you use some sort of form for the Christmas play?”
“Nope. The whole thing was organized chaos. We were all in the room at the same time.”
“That’s your first problem.” Tangie laughed. “It’s always better to hold auditions in a private setting, one at a time. Helps the child relax and that way they can’t copy from one another.” Tangie spoke from experience. She’d been through too many open auditions where candidates tripped all over themselves to one-up the people who’d gone before them. But none of that here. No sir.
“I never thought of doing it this way.” Gregg shook his head. “But I’m always open to ideas. When we did the last auditions, it literally took all day. Each child wanted to audition for half a dozen parts. And then there were the would-be soloists.” He groaned. “You wouldn’t believe how many times I had to listen to “Silent Night.” Trust me, it wasn’t a silent night. Chaotic, yes. Silent, no.” He offered up a winsome smile and for the first time, she saw a glimmer of hope.
“Well, here’s something I’ve learned from other shows I’ve been in,” Tangie said. “It’s best to get the music auditions over with first. That way, you can mark on the form if you think the child can handle a lead role before I ever let him or her read for a part. Then I’ll know which roles they can and can’t be considered for.”
“Sounds like a good plan. I’ll have your grandmother bring the child’s form to you after the vocal audition. That way the kids can’t see what we’re doing.”
Tangie nodded. “Oh, one more thing …” She handed him a stack of the papers. “Some of the kids probably won’t be interested in auditioning for vocal solos, so they can come straight to the drama audition. I’ve got plenty of roles to go around, and many of them aren’t singing roles.”
“I’d still like all of the children to be in the choir, though,” he added. “We need as many voices as we can get.”
“Well, let’s talk about that afterward, okay?” She gave him a pensive look. “Not every child is an actor, but not every child is a vocalist, either. Some aren’t crazy about singing in a group. So, why don’t we pray about that?”
For a moment, he looked as if he might refute her. Then, just as quickly, he nodded. “I’m sure the sanctuary is about to burst at the seams with kids by now. Let’s get in there and give our instructions. Then we’ll start.”
“Before we do, would you mind if we prayed about this?”
“Of course not.”
As a matter of habit, Tangie reached to take his hand. She bowed her head and ushered up a passionate prayer that the Lord’s will would be done in these auditions—that exactly the right child would get each part.
“And, Lord,” she continued, “if there’s a child here who hasn’t come to know You, may this be the production that leads him or her to You. And for those who do know You, Father, please use these next few weeks to stir up the gifts You’ve placed in each boy and girl. Help develop them into the person they will one day be.”
“And, Lord,” Gregg threw in, “we ask for Your will regarding the ones who don’t fit in. Show us what to do with the ones who are, well, difficult.”
They closed out the prayer with a quick “Amen,” and Gregg’s smile warmed Tangie’s heart. “Thanks for suggesting that. I always pray with the kids before every practice, but I never thought about actually praying for the audition process before the fact.”
“It always helps.” She shrugged. “And besides, if we ask God to be at the center of it, then—when we’re in the throes of rehearsing and things are getting rough—we can be sure that we’ve really chosen the right people for the job. We won’t be tempted to toss the baby out with the bathwater.”
He quirked a brow and she laughed.
“I just mean we won’t be tempted to take the part away from him—or her—and give it to someone else. If we pray about this ahead of time, then we’re confident that God has special plans for that particular child in that role. See what I mean?”
“Yes.” He nodded. “But I never really thought about it like that before. I guess I never saw this whole process as being terribly spiritual. It’s just a kids’ play.”
“Oh no.” She shook her head. “It’s not just a kids’ play. It’s so much more than that.” Tangie was tempted to dive into a lengthy discussion, but one glance at her watch served as a reminder that dozens of kids waited in the sanctuary.
“After you,” she said, pointing.
He turned her way one last time, a curious expression on his face. “Before we start, I just have one question.”
“Sure. What’s up?”
“I just need to know … what are you wearing?” He pointed to her beret, which she pulled off and gripped with a smile.
“Ah. My cap. I always wear it on audition day. It puts me in a theatrical frame of mind.”
“Mm-hmm.” He chuckled, and they headed off together to face the energetic mob.
Gregg looked up as Margaret Sanderson entered the choir room, a confident smile lighting her cherublike face. She wore her hair in tight ringlets, and her dress—an over-the-top frills number—convinced him she was here to do business.
“Good to see you, Margaret. Are you ready to audition for us?” Gregg asked, trying to remain positive.
Margaret nodded. “Oh, I am. And my mother says I should tell you that I’m interested in trying out for the leading role.”
“Yes, but would you be willing to take any role if you don’t get a lead?” It was a fair question, one Gregg planned to ask every child who auditioned.
Margaret paused and bit her lip. After a second, she said, “I, well, I guess. But my mom says I have the best voice in the whole church.”
“Ah.” Gregg stifled a laugh and looked down at his papers. “You do have a nice singing voice,” he said, “but, of course, we have to listen to everyone before making our decision.”
He took a seat at his piano and began to play the introduction to “Amazing Grace,” the song he’d instructed all of the children to prepare in advance.
Margaret interrupted him, setting a piece of music down in front of him. “I’ve brought my own audition music. I would prefer to sing it—if you don’t mind. My mother says it showcases my voice.” She belted out “The Lullaby of Broadway,” which to her credit, did sound pretty good.
Gregg covered her form with high marks then handed it to Tangie’s grandmother, who had agreed to run interference between the music department and the drama department.
Next Cody arrived. His mother practically pushed him in the door. “Go on in, son. You can do this.”
“But I don’t want to!” He groaned then eased his way toward the piano.
“Lord, give me strength,” Gregg whispered. “This one tries my patience.” He turned to the youngster with a smile. “Cody, let’s hear a couple lines of ‘Amazing Grace.’ ”
The boy groaned. “Remember we did this last time? I stink. Why do I have to do it again?”
Gregg began to play. “Well, you’ve had some musical experience since then. Maybe there’s been some improvement.”
Cody began to sing, just not exactly in the key Gregg happened to be playing at the moment. Looked like nothing had changed, after all. After just a few notes, Cody stopped and crossed his arms at his chest. “See what I mean? I stink.”
“Well, I understand Miss Tangie has some drama roles that don’t require singing this time around,” Gregg said.
“So why don’t you head on over to the fellowship hall and audition for her?”
“Really? I don’t have to sing?”
“That’s right.”
When Gregg nodded, the youngster looked at him as if he’d just been offered an eleventh-hour stay. He sprinted out of the door with more exaggerated energy.
The next child in the room was Annabelle Lawrence. She was a sweet thing—probably eight or so—but a little on the shy side. Understandable, since her family was new to the church. As Gregg listened to her sing, he was pleasantly surprised. Nice voice. Very nice. “Have you done any performing, Annabelle?”
She shook her head and spoke in a soft voice. “No, but I think I would like it.”
He filled out her form, smiling. Over the two and a half hours, the kids came and went from the room. Gregg heard those who could sing, and those who couldn’t. A couple of them insisted upon rapping their audition and one sang “Amazing Grace” in Spanish. In all, the variety was pretty interesting. His favorite was a little boy named Joey who proclaimed, “I want to sing … real bad!” Unfortunately his audition proved that he could. Sing bad, that was.
By the time the afternoon ended, Gregg had a much clearer picture of where they stood. Thankfully, there were some great singers in the bunch. Looked like the Easter production might just turn out okay, after all.
Tangie scribbled note after note as the children came and went from her room. Some were better than others, naturally, but a few were absolutely darling. And, as they read the lines from the play she’d written, the words absolutely sprang to life. There was something so satisfying about hearing her words acted out.
Not that all of the kids were actors. No, a few would be better served in smaller roles, to be sure. And a couple of the ones who could act—though good—struggled with a little too much confidence. There would be plenty of time to work on that.
By the time the last child left, things were looking a little clearer. Yes, Tangie could almost see which child would fit which part. Now all she had to do was convince Gregg. Then … let the show begin!
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