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fact.”
“Yeah.” Darrell chuckled. “I spent a half hour on the phone with her last night. She misses us. In fact, she misses the whole town. Wishes she and Bob could be here to try out for the play.”
“Acting runs in the family,” Caroline said.
“Hmph. We’ll see about that.” Darrell took the script that Eula Mae offered him, still looking a little uncomfortable.
“Turn to page forty-two,” Amy instructed. “And give us your most evil voice as you deliver the lines, okay?”
“Will do.” He laughed. “I’ll just be thinking about that time Steve got me in trouble with Mom back in the eleventh grade when I borrowed her car without asking. That should help me get into character.”
“I remember that day,” Steve said. “You drove into Knoxville to see a girl you’d met at church camp. Nearly gave Mom a heart attack.”
Darrell—likely frustrated by all of this attention—lit into Mordred’s lines, delivering them perfectly. Every evil inflection. Every wicked nuance. By the end of his speech, Woody, Amy, and Steve were on their feet, cheering.
“Finally!” Amy clutched her script to her chest, overcome with relief. “Someone with acting abilities.”
“My brother can act too,” Darrell said as he pointed at Steve. “You wouldn’t believe the great acting he did every time he got caught doing something wrong as a kid. Very convincing. Mom bought it every time.”
“Very funny.” Steve gave his brother a stern look.
From the seat behind Amy, Caroline chuckled. “Boys will be boys.”
Amy looked at Steve, an idea percolating. “Steve, why don’t you read Arthur’s lines on the next page? Just for fun, of course—to give Darrell someone to read against. That way we’ll know if he can handle the back-and-forth movement from line to line. There’s a really intense scene between Arthur and Mordred, and I’d love to see him tackle it.”
“Oh, I really don’t act.” Steve shook his head. “Seriously. He was just kidding. Right, bro?”
Darrell shrugged. “How do you know unless you try?”
“Yeah, how do you know unless you try?” Amy pressed her script into Steve’s hand. “Besides, you’re just doing this to help out your brother. Give him someone to play against.”
Steve rose and sighed then made his way to the stage to join his brother, mumbling something about how it didn’t make sense that Darrell would read the part of his son, even if they were just messing around.
“Pick up with the line at the top of page forty-three,” Amy said. “Let’s see how this goes.” She leaned back against the chair, praying that this little scheme of hers would work. And praying that Woody and Steve would go along with it, if it did.
Darrell delivered the opening line, and Amy held her breath as Steve countered with his. Not bad. His next line was even stronger, though the British accent could use a bit of work. By the time Steve got to his fourth or fifth line, he had it.
Amy closed her eyes and listened to the exchange between the brothers, believing, truly believing, that they were Arthur and Mordred. And for the first time all day, she believed something else too. They could pull this off. The town of Camelot really could put on a musical, and folks would pay to come see it. Before long, the town’s residents could breathe freely again.
Leaning back in her chair, she released a sigh. A loud snore from the seat next to her startled Amy back to attention. She giggled as she glanced Woody’s way. Poor guy. Looked like he’d slept right through Steve’s audition. He must be exhausted from the day’s proceedings.
Well, never mind all that. He would surely be tickled that they’d found their Arthur. Perhaps the land of Camelot would be saved after all.
She prayed so, anyway.
Chapter Six
I have only one rule in acting—trust the director and give him heart and soul.
A VA G ARDNER
The following morning, Amy drove to the Camelot Diner to meet Steve for
“Yeah.” Darrell chuckled. “I spent a half hour on the phone with her last night. She misses us. In fact, she misses the whole town. Wishes she and Bob could be here to try out for the play.”
“Acting runs in the family,” Caroline said.
“Hmph. We’ll see about that.” Darrell took the script that Eula Mae offered him, still looking a little uncomfortable.
“Turn to page forty-two,” Amy instructed. “And give us your most evil voice as you deliver the lines, okay?”
“Will do.” He laughed. “I’ll just be thinking about that time Steve got me in trouble with Mom back in the eleventh grade when I borrowed her car without asking. That should help me get into character.”
“I remember that day,” Steve said. “You drove into Knoxville to see a girl you’d met at church camp. Nearly gave Mom a heart attack.”
Darrell—likely frustrated by all of this attention—lit into Mordred’s lines, delivering them perfectly. Every evil inflection. Every wicked nuance. By the end of his speech, Woody, Amy, and Steve were on their feet, cheering.
“Finally!” Amy clutched her script to her chest, overcome with relief. “Someone with acting abilities.”
“My brother can act too,” Darrell said as he pointed at Steve. “You wouldn’t believe the great acting he did every time he got caught doing something wrong as a kid. Very convincing. Mom bought it every time.”
“Very funny.” Steve gave his brother a stern look.
From the seat behind Amy, Caroline chuckled. “Boys will be boys.”
Amy looked at Steve, an idea percolating. “Steve, why don’t you read Arthur’s lines on the next page? Just for fun, of course—to give Darrell someone to read against. That way we’ll know if he can handle the back-and-forth movement from line to line. There’s a really intense scene between Arthur and Mordred, and I’d love to see him tackle it.”
“Oh, I really don’t act.” Steve shook his head. “Seriously. He was just kidding. Right, bro?”
Darrell shrugged. “How do you know unless you try?”
“Yeah, how do you know unless you try?” Amy pressed her script into Steve’s hand. “Besides, you’re just doing this to help out your brother. Give him someone to play against.”
Steve rose and sighed then made his way to the stage to join his brother, mumbling something about how it didn’t make sense that Darrell would read the part of his son, even if they were just messing around.
“Pick up with the line at the top of page forty-three,” Amy said. “Let’s see how this goes.” She leaned back against the chair, praying that this little scheme of hers would work. And praying that Woody and Steve would go along with it, if it did.
Darrell delivered the opening line, and Amy held her breath as Steve countered with his. Not bad. His next line was even stronger, though the British accent could use a bit of work. By the time Steve got to his fourth or fifth line, he had it.
Amy closed her eyes and listened to the exchange between the brothers, believing, truly believing, that they were Arthur and Mordred. And for the first time all day, she believed something else too. They could pull this off. The town of Camelot really could put on a musical, and folks would pay to come see it. Before long, the town’s residents could breathe freely again.
Leaning back in her chair, she released a sigh. A loud snore from the seat next to her startled Amy back to attention. She giggled as she glanced Woody’s way. Poor guy. Looked like he’d slept right through Steve’s audition. He must be exhausted from the day’s proceedings.
Well, never mind all that. He would surely be tickled that they’d found their Arthur. Perhaps the land of Camelot would be saved after all.
She prayed so, anyway.
Chapter Six
I have only one rule in acting—trust the director and give him heart and soul.
A VA G ARDNER
The following morning, Amy drove to the Camelot Diner to meet Steve for
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