At one point Jake came into the kitchen with a bowl, and as he placed it on the counter, he wrapped an arm around Elizabeth and kissed the back of her neck.
Elizabeth giggled. “I hope that’s my husband.”
Diana snapped a dishrag at them. “Hey, wait till you get home.”
A sharp knife of envy plunged into Addison’s chest. The searing jolt ripped through her body so sharply she was surprised actual blood didn’t start oozing from the wound. She sought out a safe place to look, only to have her gaze collide with Ethan’s. Although his face was impassive, she knew in an instant he was feeling the same stab of pain.
After a long moment he inclined his head, and she followed him to the deck out back. The kids were engaged in some kind of game involving a lot of running and shouting. The chaotic sound was a welcome balm. Addison went to the edge of the deck and leaned against the railing, watching them as they played. She sensed Ethan walk up beside her.
“How do you stand being around them all the time?” she asked.
“It was hard at first,” he said. “These weekly dinners turned into a special kind of torture. Even now the bite can still sneak up on me.” He turned to face her. “Listen, I was a bit of a jerk the other day.”
Addison didn’t deny his statement. She simply waited to see where he was planning to go.
“My mom said she found you sitting out in the yard,” he said. “Looked like you’d been there a long time.”
“I was enjoying the weather.”
“She thinks you’re depressed.”
“Great. Now I’m embarrassed,” she said, covering her face. “I sat down in a chair outside. Then I started thinking about my life and it wasn’t pretty. I couldn’t see much reason to keep going.”
“What you need is something to do,” a voice said from behind them.
They both turned as Caroline stepped onto the deck.
“Why do I think you have a suggestion?” Ethan asked with a wry twist of his lips.
“I came out to see if you two wanted coffee,” Mrs. Thomas said. “I couldn’t help overhearing. As I was saying… Addison, it’s going to be a few weeks before your aunt comes home. If you stay cooped up by yourself, you’re going to wind up right back in the yard staring at the grass.”
“Should I go out and find a job?” Addison asked. “I’m not qualified for much.”
“Have you ever thought of directing a musical?” Curiously, she kept her gaze trained on her son.
Ethan folded his arms and regarded his mother with suspicion. “What are you doing?”
She gave him a breezy smile. “How many conversations have we had in my kitchen over the last couple weeks about the trouble you’ve been having finding a director to replace Mrs. Vanderlin? And all the chaos Mrs. Turney is threatening to cause?”
Ethan’s frown deepened. “Mom…”
“You haven’t found anyone since the last gripe session, have you?”
His jaw clenched. “I asked Meredith Vining.”
“Isn’t she going to be in Nashville recording an album?”
“Yes, which is why she can’t do it.”
Addison had no idea who they were talking about, but she knew exactly what Caroline Thomas was suggesting. For a moment Addison was so shocked she couldn’t even react. Was Caroline going to suggest Addison star in the show, too? Talk about causing a stir on the pages of every entertainment magazine in the country.
“I’m sorry, but what’s the big deal about this musical?” Addison asked.
Ethan gave a deep sigh. “Meredith Vining is the closest thing this town has to a celebrity…”
Addison arched a brow.
“…until you came back,” he finished. “She got her start doing the school musicals, and now everyone seems to think Covington Falls High is their ticket to stardom.”
“I see,” Addison said. “I’m not sure—”
“I understand,” Ethan said with a warning glance at his mother. “It’s a crazy idea.”
The sting of rejection pinched Addison’s nerves. He could at least give her a chance to say no. “Perhaps not crazy. I’ve just never directed anything before, let alone a musical with teenagers. I’m not even sure I like teenagers.”
“You see?” Ethan said. “Don’t worry about it, Mom. I’ll find someone else. One of the other teachers.”
“Who?”
There went the clenched jaw again. “I’ll think of someone.”
Caroline held up her hands, as if knowing she’d pushed enough. “Do what you feel is best,” she said, before focusing on Addison again. “No matter what, I hope you do take my advice and find something to occupy your time while you’re here. I meant it when I said it’s not good for you to sit and stew about your life.”
“I’ll come up with something,” Addison said. “Figuring out how to resuscitate my career should be a full-time job.”
Caroline didn’t look convinced, but chose not to say anything more.
After saying goodnight to everyone, Addison headed back to her aunt’s. She went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. The stillness in the house should have been a welcome respite after all the activity at Caroline’s, but all it did was remind Addison she was alone. In desperation she dug her cell phone out of her purse.
What she needed was a bit of good news. She dialed her agent. Shirley Bascom was also a friend. She’d taken Addison on as a complete unknown and had shown unwavering support throughout the ordeal with Merrick.
Shirley picked up the phone on the second ring. “Addison. Did you make it to Carrington Falls all right?”
“Covington Falls, and yes, I did.”
She chuckled. “Sorry. How is your aunt?”
“She’s doing fine, but she won’t be able to come home for several weeks.”
“Mmm. Yes, elderly people need to be careful with those injuries. So, are you going mad there in your hamlet hideaway?”
“Of course not.”
Her laughter pealed again. “I can’t believe you’re a successful actor. You never could lie very well. So, what’s up, my love?”
Addison stared out the window over the sink. The full moon cast a romantic glow over the back yard. “Any news yet?”
Shirley sighed. “Addison, I told you rebuilding your career would take time. Since the big news is out — you did see the announcement, right?”
She turned away from the moonlight and leaned against the counter. “About Merrick and Angela? Yes.”
“Well, the engagement is all anyone wants to talk about right now. Listen, people will forget, it’s—”
“Going to take time. I know. I was hoping the time was going to be short.”
“Now, don’t give up. We’ll get back in the game when the time is right.”
“Great, I might really be forced to take a job directing a bunch of high school kids.”
“High school kids?”
Addison walked into the little breakfast nook and sat down. “My neighbor’s son is the principal of the high school. Their regular drama teacher is going to China to adopt a baby, and she could be gone for weeks or months.”
“And this affects you how?”
“She can’t direct the spring musical. It’s a pretty big deal around here, and my neighbor suggested I step in.”
“Direct the kids’ play?”
“Yeah. Crazy, right?”
Shirley went silent.
“Shirley?”
“Do it.”
Addison about dropped the phone. “What?”
“Addison, do you realize the kind of publicity you could get from something like this? ‘Hollywood star saves the show for her hometown.’ It’s a gold mine.”
“I don’t know anything about directing a musical.”
“Honey, you can handle one show. It’s a bunch of kids, not Broadway. I’m telling you, take the job.”
“You’re serious.”
“I’m always serious. Call them tonight.”
“Shirley—”
“Do it. Tonight.”
She hung up. Addison stared at the phone. Even as she walked back to Caroline’s, she wondered what she was doing. She rang the bell and had to fight the urge to turn right around and run away.
Elizabeth answered the door. “Hi… did you forget something?”
“Can you get Ethan?”
After a puzzled glance, Elizabeth went to get him.
Ethan appeared at the door a moment later. “Addison, are you all right?”
“Do you still need a director for your musical?”
He arched a brow. “I haven’t found anyone in the last fifteen minutes.”
“Okay then, when are the auditions?”
Chapter Six
Audition number twenty-five.
Number twenty-five had chosen the show-stopping number from the musical about singing felines as her audition song. Addison wanted to stop the madness right now. The girl on stage went for the big note. The resounding caterwaul was enough to make real cats arch their backs and hiss. Invisible fingernails raked down a chalkboard and lodged in Addison’s spine.
Auditions. Hour two. Minute thirty-seven. She must have been out of her mind.
“Shoot me,” Addison said under her breath.
“I didn’t think anyone could be worse than the last girl.”
Addison glanced to her left. Marjorie Shannon had introduced herself earlier as Addison’s assistant director. Marjorie was a pretty woman in her mid-forties, who taught English and creative writing. With her red-gold hair, freckles, and a generous smile, she reminded Addison of a grown-up Laura Ingalls Wilder. Marjorie also had to be the most cheerful person Addison had ever met. So far, she hadn’t said a critical word about anyone, and if her patience was thinning, Addison knew she’d never survive till the end of the day.
“You mean the girl who tried to reenact Gone with the Wind and played all the characters? Even the male ones?”
The other woman bit her lip. “She was original anyway.”
“Original and creepy. A lisping, feminine Rhett is a crime against humanity.”
Marjorie popped out of her seat. “Thank you, Georgiana.”
Georgiana squinted out into the auditorium. “I’m only on the first verse.”
“We have so many people to get through. You understand. Joe Larson!” Marjorie yelled. “You’re next.”
Joe Larson was six-five with a girth the mid-’80s’ Arnold Schwarzenegger would have envied.
“Good grief,” Addison gasped. “I’ve never seen anyone so big.”
“Football,” Marjorie drawled.
“Or the WWF.”
Joe opened his mouth and began to sing about a beautiful morning. Addison’s morning took another nosedive. The corn wilted as number twenty-six mangled his audition song. He might have been worse than the shrieking cat girl. Addison now understood why the judges on those reality talent shows were so cranky all the time.
Addison groaned. “It’s getting ugly in here. Is it possible he doesn’t know how flat he is?”
Marjorie stared at the stage in disbelief. “Must not.”
Addison wasn’t sure getting her career back was worth having her eardrums permanently damaged. What good was positive publicity if she couldn’t hear the reports about her triumphant comeback?
Addison had arrived at the school earlier to find hordes of kids packed into the auditorium. They’d been everywhere, sitting on top of one another, sprawled all over the floor, and standing in the aisles. According to Ethan ninety-nine percent of the student body had turned out when they’d realized a celebrity was going to direct. About ninety-eight percent of them made her wish she were deaf. In the two hours and thirty-seven minutes since they’d started, Addison had seen only two boys and three girls who could even carry a tune. Not good voices, but not so bad she wanted to pull a Van Gogh and cut off her ear. Which was a problem.
The musical, She’s a Beauty, was a retelling of the classic My Fair Lady, set in a modern-day high school. Eliza Doolittle had been transformed into Ellie Dooley, an awkward and shy teen, who moves to the city from a one-horse country town named Horton’s Gulp. Ellie’s country ways and patched-up clothes make her an obvious target for ridicule. Until the most popular boy in school, Harry Hightower, decides to make Ellie his school science project. Of course, Ellie transforms into a swan, and Harry falls in love with her.
Addison had to admit, she liked the premise. Her main worry was finding an Ellie. The character was the heart of the play, and the girl who played her had to break the heart of the audience and make them cheer for her. So far, Addison hadn’t seen anyone who even came close to fitting the bill.
Joe Larsen finished butchering his audition and lumbered off the stage.
“Thank you, Joe,” Marjorie called out. “Very interesting. Next up is Luke Mitchell.”
Luke Mitchell strolled onto the stage with no apparent stage fright. He was almost as tall as Joe Larson, but lanky, with chocolate-brown hair flopping into his eyes and a killer grin. He handed the pianist his music and took center stage. Once his mouth opened, a roomful of women melted into their seats. Even Addison did a semi-melt.
She glanced down at his information sheet. “He’s never been on stage before?”
Marjorie pulled her attention off the stage, eyes as wide as saucers. “He plays basketball. I’ve never heard him sing before. He’s good, right?”
“Not just good. He’s perfect. Say hello to Harry.”
Marjorie held up her hand. “Thank you, Luke. Very nice.”
Luke nodded and ambled off stage, as if he didn’t even care if made the cast.
“Who’s next?” Addison asked. “Please give me someone who can carry a tune. I’m starting to despair of ever finding an Ellie.”
“You’re in luck. Lisa Turney has been the star the last two years. She’s good. Knows it, too.”
Addison arched a brow. “One of those, huh?”
“Big fish in a tidal pool,” Marjorie said, rolling her eyes.
Lisa strode out onto the stage, shoulders back, chin at a one-hundred-ten-degree angle. She paused, allowing the audience to take in and appreciate her blond, blue-eyed perfection.
“Don’t take my arm too much…”
She’d picked the same musical as Joe, only this time the person singing was good. Very good, and oh boy, did she know it.
“You almost want her to be terrible, don’t you?”
Marjorie bit her lip to keep from laughing. “Bad girl. We want all our students to excel. We love them all the same, just as God does.”
“Sometimes I wish God would spread out His blessings a little more. She’s the best one of the bunch, too. She’ll do for Ellie, though how I’ll ever get her to look like a country bumpkin, I don’t know.”
Lisa finished her number to a healthy round of applause. Like any good diva she accepted the praise with utmost grace.
“Michelle Cerillo!” Marjorie called out.
If Lisa was the diva, the girl who walked out on stage next was the backup singer. Thick glasses obscured most of her round face, and a severe ponytail did nothing to enhance any good features she might have possessed. Whereas Lisa acted as though she owned the stage, Michelle shuffled onto it, as if fearing someone would come and drag her off at any moment. She didn’t have sheet music, so she bypassed the piano and went to the center of the stage and began to sing.
On the first note, Addison’s head came up.
“Oh, my word,” Marjorie breathed.
“Did you know about her?”
“No, Michelle doesn’t speak much in class.”
Addison couldn’t believe the voice emerging from the stage. Michelle’s meekness had vanished. She seemed to transform right before their eyes.
As the last note faded, the auditorium went silent. Then applause began. Addison thought she might have even started it. Then the whole place erupted in a thunderous ovation, and Michelle came back to earth.
After several minutes the applause died out, and Michelle left the stage.
Addison turned to Marjorie and grinned. “Methinks we’ve got ourselves a play.”
****
Addison spent the rest of evening hammering out the cast list with Marjorie. Narrowing down the prospects from the hundreds of hopefuls to the handful of kids who wouldn’t cause oratory nerve damage and had some stage presence wasn’t so difficult. Casting Luke Mitchell and Michelle Cerillo as leads was a no-brainer. Slotting the remaining students into the correct roles took a lot more effort.
In the end, Addison chose golden-haired Lisa as Ellie Dooley’s scheming rival. The character of Bree Sommerville was the resident manipulator. Popular, pretty, and not about to yield her status to an outsider from the country, the role was perfect for the young diva-in-training. Then the rest of the cast fell into place.
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