Showtime by Jean Ure

Author:Jean Ure [Jean Ure]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2018-03-09T00:00:00+00:00

It took me ages to fill in the audition form. It was a bit more complicated than I’d expected. I’d thought it would just be a question of ticking boxes and then putting a signature at the end, but they wanted to know if I’d had any acting or stage experience and where I went to school. I had to keep thinking about what to put. I didn’t want to say I’d done ballet, just in case, so I left that part blank. And I knew I couldn’t say I was at City Ballet School, so after a bit of dithering I wrote “Coombe House”, which was where I’d gone before. I didn’t see that it mattered; it wasn’t as if anyone was going to check. Not unless they offered me a place, and even if they did I wouldn’t be able to accept it, so why would they bother? And anyway, it wasn’t like I was giving false information. Not properly false. I mean, it wasn’t a lie. Exactly. I had been at Coombe House. For years and years!

It did feel a bit strange saying that I was Jordan Barker. And I did have a little twinge of conscience when I signed the form as her mum: Marion Barker, in what I hoped was suitably grown-up writing.

Just for a minute I had a few doubts and wondered if what I was doing was illegal. Forgery is a criminal offence! Except that I wasn’t really forging, was I? It wasn’t as if I was trying to make it look like Jordan’s mum’s real signature. I’d never even seen her real signature! All I was doing was just writing her name on a form. There’s no law against writing someone’s name; not as far as I know. It wasn’t like I was trying to steal money, or anything. I just wanted to have my audition!

All the same, I couldn’t help the uncomfortable feeling that I might be committing some kind of offence. Even if it wasn’t actually a crime to write the name Marion Barker and pretend she was my mum, it might still be breaking some law or other.

For a moment I was almost tempted to go downstairs and throw myself on Mum’s mercy. Explain how I really, really, really wanted to prove that I could act. How I’d always wanted to act, ever since I could remember. Dance, too, of course; that went without saying. You couldn’t be Mum and Dad’s daughter and not want to dance! But what could be the harm in just having an audition? Please, Mum. Please!

I knew what Mum would say. She would say, For goodness’ sake, Maddy! And then she would lecture me about how training to be a dancer was a full-time commitment.

You either do it wholeheartedly or you don’t do it at all!

It’s what she’d once said to me years ago when I begged to be let off a Saturday morning class so I could go shopping with my friends. Out

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