Tom handed me the information on the next girl to audition.
"Be gentle with your remarks on this one. This is my friend, Bridget. I talked her into this," Tom said.
"Okay," I said, glancing his way. "You got the hots for her or something?"
"No, not like that. She's a friend and special and," he shrugged his shoulders. "She has a car."
"Okay," I said, putting the paperwork down and looking up at the stage. A short, skinny blond with the cutest pixie haircut in the world walked out and stood center stage. Her face was beaming in the spotlight.
"Hey, Bridget," Tom said. "Thanks for coming in. You know everything about the part?"
"Yup," she said. "But Tom, you didn't tell me it was a musical. I can't sing."
"Sure, you can. Everybody can sing, Bridget," Tom said.
I leaned forward and to
