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I’m not feeling too well.” Trista pushed her drink away.
“What’s wrong?” Nicolette asked.
Riker also looked at her suspiciously, waiting for answer.
“Just a headache. I need to lie down for a bit.”
Nicolette reached in her wallet to pay the tab. Riker waved her off.
“It’s on me, ladies.” He kissed Nicolette on the cheek again. “Have a nice night. I’ll call you later.”
Trista walked out of the Liar’s Club feeling like the biggest liar of all of them.
Chapter Eleven
The children’s theatre was located in downtown Blue Mountain Beach. It had a small indoor stage with seating for a hundred-twenty people. There was also a larger amphitheater with lawn seating for outdoor performances and concerts, which was great when the weather was nice. The beach as a backdrop provided the perfect place to enjoy cultural arts. Trista arrived a few minutes before everyone else. Michelle Newhouse was still in her office.
“Trista! I’m so glad you could make it.” Michelle jumped up from her chair and shook her hand. “Let me show you around before the kids get here.” Michelle was slim with shoulder-length, dark hair, and brown eyes. She wore blue jeans and a vintage black Van Halen t-shirt. Michelle was one of those natural beauties who didn’t need to wear a bunch of makeup. Trista guessed her to be in her early forties, but she didn’t look a day over thirty. Trista was glad she dressed down for this meeting too. She wore blue jeans paired with a casual peasant blouse and red cowboy boots. Her hair was tied back in a French braid.
Michelle told Trista the children’s theatre relied heavily on donations and yearly fundraisers. “This area was sorely missing an outlet for children to express their creativity. When I knew I was going to retire, I started planning for this.”
“What a great idea,” Trista said enthusiastically.
A few of the kids arrived, and Michelle had them sit quietly on the stage while she finished speaking with Trista. “As I told you earlier, I would love for you to help us—if you’re interested, of course. We’re doing the Magical Land of Oz this year. It’s a two act adaption of the Wizard of Oz. I can always use a hand with the scripts and coaching the kids. We have several other volunteers—some you will meet tonight—who help build the sets, design and sew the costumes, and print the programs. With your Broadway experience, I’m sure you will be a huge asset to our program.”
Trista took in all the kids waiting on the stage. She remembered being that age and how much she had loved acting. “I have some time on my hands,” she said. “I’d love to help.”
“Great. We practice twice a week: Tuesdays and Thursdays for one hour starting at four thirty. Once it gets closer to show time, we’ll go to two hours a night and dress rehearsals.”
“Sounds like the good old days,” Trista laughed.
Trista joined Michelle on stage and smiled when she introduced the kids to her. Trista was surprised when a lot of children recognized her from TV. Michelle started the meeting and handed out a working script. She announced that tryouts for the parts would begin on Thursday and explained that every kid who tried out would be guaranteed a part, whether speaking or non-speaking. Some kids had interest in working behind the scenes. During her talk, a few other volunteers walked in and took their seats in the audience.
“Now to introduce everyone to the volunteers who are helping us this year.” Michelle stood and addressed the volunteers who had drifted in. “Some are familiar faces from past productions, and we have some new volunteers this year. First of all, most everyone knows Trista Carmichael. She starred in the popular TV show, You Only Live Once . Trista, will you please stand up.”
Trista stood on stage and waved to the audience. A ripple of whispering ran through the auditorium.
“Most of you already know that Trista has a vacation home in the
“What’s wrong?” Nicolette asked.
Riker also looked at her suspiciously, waiting for answer.
“Just a headache. I need to lie down for a bit.”
Nicolette reached in her wallet to pay the tab. Riker waved her off.
“It’s on me, ladies.” He kissed Nicolette on the cheek again. “Have a nice night. I’ll call you later.”
Trista walked out of the Liar’s Club feeling like the biggest liar of all of them.
Chapter Eleven
The children’s theatre was located in downtown Blue Mountain Beach. It had a small indoor stage with seating for a hundred-twenty people. There was also a larger amphitheater with lawn seating for outdoor performances and concerts, which was great when the weather was nice. The beach as a backdrop provided the perfect place to enjoy cultural arts. Trista arrived a few minutes before everyone else. Michelle Newhouse was still in her office.
“Trista! I’m so glad you could make it.” Michelle jumped up from her chair and shook her hand. “Let me show you around before the kids get here.” Michelle was slim with shoulder-length, dark hair, and brown eyes. She wore blue jeans and a vintage black Van Halen t-shirt. Michelle was one of those natural beauties who didn’t need to wear a bunch of makeup. Trista guessed her to be in her early forties, but she didn’t look a day over thirty. Trista was glad she dressed down for this meeting too. She wore blue jeans paired with a casual peasant blouse and red cowboy boots. Her hair was tied back in a French braid.
Michelle told Trista the children’s theatre relied heavily on donations and yearly fundraisers. “This area was sorely missing an outlet for children to express their creativity. When I knew I was going to retire, I started planning for this.”
“What a great idea,” Trista said enthusiastically.
A few of the kids arrived, and Michelle had them sit quietly on the stage while she finished speaking with Trista. “As I told you earlier, I would love for you to help us—if you’re interested, of course. We’re doing the Magical Land of Oz this year. It’s a two act adaption of the Wizard of Oz. I can always use a hand with the scripts and coaching the kids. We have several other volunteers—some you will meet tonight—who help build the sets, design and sew the costumes, and print the programs. With your Broadway experience, I’m sure you will be a huge asset to our program.”
Trista took in all the kids waiting on the stage. She remembered being that age and how much she had loved acting. “I have some time on my hands,” she said. “I’d love to help.”
“Great. We practice twice a week: Tuesdays and Thursdays for one hour starting at four thirty. Once it gets closer to show time, we’ll go to two hours a night and dress rehearsals.”
“Sounds like the good old days,” Trista laughed.
Trista joined Michelle on stage and smiled when she introduced the kids to her. Trista was surprised when a lot of children recognized her from TV. Michelle started the meeting and handed out a working script. She announced that tryouts for the parts would begin on Thursday and explained that every kid who tried out would be guaranteed a part, whether speaking or non-speaking. Some kids had interest in working behind the scenes. During her talk, a few other volunteers walked in and took their seats in the audience.
“Now to introduce everyone to the volunteers who are helping us this year.” Michelle stood and addressed the volunteers who had drifted in. “Some are familiar faces from past productions, and we have some new volunteers this year. First of all, most everyone knows Trista Carmichael. She starred in the popular TV show, You Only Live Once . Trista, will you please stand up.”
Trista stood on stage and waved to the audience. A ripple of whispering ran through the auditorium.
“Most of you already know that Trista has a vacation home in the
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