Nate sits at the harpsichord, ready to start the audition.
‘Welcome all. All I want you to do this afternoon is sing 16 bars, or a stanza, just so I get a good idea of your capabilities. There are many parts up for grabs, so let’s hear some good performances.’
The ladies line up, eager to show what they can do. Once again, Brad marvels at Nate’s patience with the women as he accompanies them on the keyboard.
He hopes Charlotte and her arrogance will not be good enough to get a role, but annoyingly Charlotte has an excellent voice, well schooled and trained. He imagines she must be Nate’s star pupil.
‘It’s obvious Margot’s going to get a part-‘ bitches Anne-Marie to a friend. ‘She always gets a part.’
‘Well, she is the princess-‘ demurs a lady-in–waiting. ‘Nate’s probably written a par
