CHAPTER TWO
After their show closed, the group, at Susan's suggestion, returned to Chicago. Within days after landing at O'Hare Field, they were auditioning in a ramshackle Wabash Avenue building fronting the CTA elevated tracks.
“God, do you think he's going to hear us over the noise of the elevated trains?” Jack snorted.
“If we aren't good, we'll be loud for sure,” Marty laughed good-naturedly.
A handsome, curly-headed man sauntered into the room. “Hi, I'm Max. Do you have a portfolio on your group?”
Jack handed him the package and he leafed through it silently.
“I see you have only worked a short while; got a good visual appearance; are all from the same family. You have a better picture of the girl here... that blond one?”
Susan looked up from the sheet music she was subvocalizi
