“Mommy!” Hadlee’s voice made her heart soar as she stared at the beautiful child on her phone’s display.
“Hey baby,” she spoke quietly from inside the theatre. She was in a lounge away from anyone else, Dante keeping her isolated so she could take the call. It was seven in the morning back home but in Paris she had returned back to the theater where the students were all congregating for call backs for the soloists. The students not part of the solos sat in the theatre watching the performances.
Eric and Shane both were going to sing individual songs but not for at least an hour. She had time to talk to her daughter.
She wanted to reach through the screen and squeeze her daughter. “Hi sweetie. How are you doing?”
“I miss you,” she huffed loudly, “and Neville talks too much mom.” She r
