Wishful Romance Volume 1: Books 1-3 (Wishful Romance Boxed Sets) by Kait Nolan

Author:Kait Nolan [Nolan, Kait]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2017-11-30T05:00:00+00:00

Auditions

TYLER SLIPPED THROUGH THE front doors of the Madrigal and into the relative hush of the lobby. Through the closed doors of the auditorium, she could hear a muted and incredibly off-key version of “Blue Skies”. If the guy could dance, she knew Nate would keep him on, put him in the chorus. Men without two left feet were definitely rarer than singers.

She took her time crossing the plush red carpet, waiting for echoes of the heartache that had chased her out of here years before. But she felt only the fluttering excitement in her belly that always preceded an audition. Smiling, she opened the auditorium doors and slipped inside as Mr. “Blue Skies” was exiting stage left.

“Next!” shouted the director. A balding man, somewhere north of fifty, with dark, square-rimmed glasses and the physique of a man ten or fifteen years his junior, Nate Sheffield was set up in the middle section of seats, about five rows back from the stage. He’d been directing musical productions at the Madrigal for well over two decades. He was as much a fixture of the theater as the lights and backdrops.

For a moment Tyler just stood there, closing her eyes and remembering.

It even smelled the same. Like velvet and lemon oil.

Then a familiar voice spoke up from the stage. “I’m Tucker McGee, and I’ll be auditioning for the role of Phil.”

“What’re you singing, Tucker?”

“‘Happy Holidays’.”

Tyler found herself beaming as someone started the music and Tucker launched into his number, blond hair gleaming beneath the lights like some kind of Hollywood prince. He still had it, she noted—the same happy feet that had helped him charm his way through the ranks of high school girls and made certain he was never without a date to dances. Yeah, she could play opposite him again.

Not wanting to interrupt, she quietly made her way to the front of the theater and headed for the door to back stage. It was like crossing into another world, entering this secret space behind the magic of the show. Climbing the steps with silent feet, she found Piper waiting for her, small duffel bag in hand. “I have us on the list for a double audition. ‘Sisters.’ We can do that routine in our sleep.”

“Do they have fans?” Tyler asked, taking the bag.

“More or less. Stage right. Hurry up and change. We’re only a few more slots down the list.”

“Good. I need to get through pretty quickly. I’ve got to pick up Ollie at seven, before Dad’s poker game.”

Tyler hit the dressing rooms, slipping out of her work clothes and into the leotard and skirt Piper had packed for her. There was no telling where she’d dug that up. It still fit, though. She paused, a hair clip in hand, and studied herself in the bright lights of the mirror. For a moment she saw roses, smelled the scents of makeup and warm curling irons, as a much younger, more idealistic version of herself waited to go on stage for the performance she never dreamed would be her last.

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