Rose in Bloom: Sex and the Season Two by Helen Hardt

Author:Helen Hardt [Hardt, Helen]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Helen Hardt, LLC
Published: 2014-10-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Cameron’s first day in Bath was a disappointment. No one was hiring for anything, especially not an untrained composer who could play the pianoforte and the guitar. The next day, on a whim, he entered the Regal Theatre of Bath, a new playhouse that had been only recently completed. Since Bath had been linked to London by rail in 1841, the Theatre Royal, which had been built in 1805, had been bolstered. One of its most successful actors, Zachary Newland, had branched out on his own and constructed the new theatre, putting together a company and hoping draw the crowds in from London and Bristol.

Cam had read about the Regal. Though similar to the Royal in size, the Regal sported a cozier atmosphere. Newland wanted to produce quality plays and musicales within in his own company, as well as debut national productions that would eventually end up in one of London’s noted theatres. It was near the end of the working day when Cameron knocked on the door of Newland’s office.

The tall auburn-haired man opened the door. “May I be of assistance?”

Cameron cleared his throat. “Zachary Newland?”

“Yes?”

“Good afternoon.” Cam held out his hand. “I am looking for work.”

“Are you an actor?”

“No. A composer, actually.”

“Hmm. Published?”

“Yes. Two pieces published in London. A folk tune and a waltz.”

“No experience in composing for the theatre, then?”

“I’m afraid not. But I feel certain that I could do it.”

“Where did you study?”

Cameron sighed. This was always the question he dreaded. “I’m purely self-taught.”

“Oh.” Newland pulled his timepiece from his pocket, looked at it, and frowned. “I’m on my way out, but if you’d like to leave me a calling card, perhaps I’ll get back to you. However, I’m afraid I can’t offer you much promise.”

“Of course, I understand.” Cameron reached in his pocket and pulled out a card with his name and address written on it and handed it to the gentleman. “Here you are. Thank you for your time.” He turned and headed toward the door.

“Wait.” Newland came up behind him. “You’re Cameron Price?”

“Yes.”

“That name sounds familiar to me. You say you’ve been published?”

“Yes.”

“Perhaps I am familiar with your work.”

“It’s possible, though neither was widely distributed. I was young and unfortunately didn’t really know how to market my music. I chose a small publishing house and wasn’t paid much.”

“You don’t say.” Newland scratched his head, regarding Cameron as though he were trying to solve a riddle. Suddenly his eyes widened. “Wait here, will you?” Newland briskly walked into another room and came back holding a piece of music. “Did you write this?”

Cameron took the parchment. It was a copy of Lily’s Waltz. “Yes, I did. But I’m not sure how you came upon it. It was a private commission for the Duke of Lybrook.”

Newland chuckled. “The duke sent it to me, along with a sizable donation to the theatre. His father was a great patron of the arts and was one of the Theatre Royal’s greatest benefactors.”

“I see. Why would Lybrook send you my waltz?”

“He suggested that I might find it interesting.

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