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question deep in your hearts—what were you made to do?” She looked out over the crowd. “Do you have a passion for writing music for God? Do you hear melodies and lyrics in your sleep? If you know exactly what I’m talking about, we want to encourage you. If this is what you’re made to do, go for it! Don’t give up. Before time began, God prepared good works for you to do, and if you’re here, yours likely involve music. Believe that God will accomplish that good work through you.”
    Kelli felt a shiver—and not because Stephanie had elbowed her in the ribs. She had that feeling again, like she was on the edge of something.
    â€œOne final comment before I introduce Roger,” Rita said. “We keep the conference small because we want to hear your heart and give you special time and attention for the two and a half days we’re together. You show up eager to share thoughts and ideas—and of course, your music—and we’re able and eager to oblige you. But”— she gave a grin—“we’re not as small as we used to be, so there’s one important guideline to keep in mind.”
    Kelli sat at full attention.
    â€œI know it’s tempting to stop one of our faculty or featured artists and ask him or her to listen to your songs, but time doesn’t allow them to accommodate everyone, and it easily becomes overwhelming. We’re asking you not to do that.”
    Stephanie was frowning.
    â€œThankfully, there’s no need,” Rita said. “We’ve got the Songwriters Showcase tonight and tomorrow night, which you’ve already signed up for—”
    â€œWhat showcase?” Stephanie whispered, eyeing them both. “I didn’t see where Kelli could sign up for that.”
    â€œâ€”and we’ve got the ever-popular individual critiques.” Rita lifted a white card in her hand. “If you submitted song demos for review, you should have received in your registration packet a note card with an appointment time. That’s when you will receive a professional critique of the songs you submitted.” She moved away from the podium. “Some of you have asked if it’s too late to submit now. I’m afraid so. The deadline was one month ago, to give our team time to listen to and evaluate the songs.”
    â€œI can’t believe this,” Stephanie mumbled. She ducked her head past Kelli and hit Cyd on the arm. “Can you believe this? We missed out on all the good stuff. Kelli’s songs can’t be evaluated.”
    Kelli stared ahead. Much as she hated to admit it, a touch of excitement had eased into her heart about this weekend. But she should’ve known better. This was their answer, their confirmation that the door was shut where her music was concerned. She couldn’t have submitted songs even if they’d allowed late submissions. She didn’t have a demo.
    â€œWell, as I said,” Kelli offered, “I’m glad we get to spend time with each other this weekend.”
    Cyd patted her leg. “And you’ll still learn lots. You never know when you might be moved to delve into music again.”
    â€œThere y’all go again,” Stephanie said. “Low expectations.”
    Cyd made a face. “You’re the one who said we missed out on all the good stuff.”
    â€œI was making an observation, not camping there. While you two were calling it a day, I was sending up a prayer for God to move this mountain.”
    Cyd raised a wary eyebrow. “When did you become Ms. Mighty Woman of God?”
    â€œH EY , L OGAN .” S TEPHANIE HAD A TEASING LILT IN HER voice as she called across the table. “Monica’s performing in a few. You gonna dance? That’d be a real treat for the ladies.”
    Logan gave a smile that was calculating. “Remember, Stephanie. Once this weekend is over, I’ll be seeing you week after week at church.