FIFTEEN
Audition day
The theatre was less bare on audition day. It was set up with a grand piano in one corner, a long table (and a couple of chairs) in another, and a video camera sitting on a tripod just behind it. As Chinee adjusted the camera, Mark stood a few feet in front of her, ready to spike the floor with some masking tape.
“Hold it,” Chinee said, looking through the viewfinder. Mark remained still. “Is this spot okay?”
“Your face is not okay,” Chinee replied, giggling. From the balcony, Erin could see how Chinee had zoomed in on Mark’s nose. She couldn’t help but laugh too.
The stage manager smiled wryly. “Glad to know I make you ladies happy.”
“Good morning, everyone. Is everything set?” Mamu’s voice bounced across the walls when she entered the theatre. “Juliana’s alread
