Chapter 8
Dara was in a terrible mood. Despite the fact that the last two rehearsals had gone very well, especially since the music teacher had agreed to let the kids practice in her class after all, the PTA president was growling at everyone. There were a lot of kids on the stage, that was true, but they were organized now. There was the choir, the kids who wanted to sing but didn’t want speaking parts, and the pilgrims and Indians, who were arranged around a long table at the front of the stage. There were about fifteen of each, so it was a large group, but Isabelle had worked through the script and made sure everyone had a line, and the kids were starting to pick them up already, as none of them were more than a few words long. The play itself could be performed in about twenty minutes
