song?â
âI thought you did,â I answered.
âWell, there you are. If I can write it, I can rewrite it. Itâs not like itâs an old standard. Alan and I are still working on it.â
âYou change stuff after itâs all written?â I asked.
Paula burst out laughing. âIf you want it to be any good you do,â she said. âHavenât you ever heard of second drafts? Or fifteenth drafts? I get the feeling youâre worried that Iâm going to ruin my song just so you can sing it.â
I nodded my head.
âWell, get rid of that idea right now,â said Paula firmly. âSongs are just like stories and poems. They arenât written so much as rewritten.â
That made about as much sense as saying âblack is white,â and I said so. Actually, I didnât put it quite that way. I think my exact word was âHuh?â
âYou act like writing is something magical,â said Paula. âAs if things always came out right the first time.â
âDonât they?â
âMy poor little Nine,â said Paula. âI hope youâre planning to be something simple when you grow up. Like a tax lawyer. Every once in a while a song comes out right the first time. And those times are magical. But mostly itâs just hard workâwriting it over and over until you get it as good as you can. Sometimes a song doesnât work at all. Alan and I threw out more songs than we kept while we were writing the show.â
I couldnât believe such waste. âYou guys are crazy!â I said.
Did you ever wish you could take your tongue and tie it in a knot so it would stop getting you in trouble? As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I remembered what Eileen had just told us about Alan. Actually, I probably would have been all right even then if I could have just let things alone. But not me. No. What did I do? I clapped my hands over my mouth and looked horrified. âLike a complete idiotâ was the way Chris described it later. She was right.
Paula looked at me sharply. âI take it youâve heard about Alanâs problem,â she said softly.
I was so embarrassed I think my toes were blushing. I nodded my head, afraid that if I opened my mouth I might say something stupid again.
Paula sighed. âCome with me. I want to have a talk with the two of you.â
Half an hour later I knew more than I ever wanted to know about mental illness. I also knew a lot about Alan Bland and how brave he was. That was the main thing that came through in Paulaâs talk with us. How much courage it had taken for Alan to put his life back together after things had gone haywire.
By the time she was done, I was pretty much convinced that Alan Bland would not try to wreck his own show.
Not only that, I could sing my song! It turned out that half the problem had been the song and half had been my nervousness, which was largely because of Melissaâs judging me.
âNow, think for a minute,â said Paula. âIf having Melissa watch you makes you so nervous you canât sing, what do you think it does to Alan to know people are watching him for any little sign that heâs going to mess up his whole life?â
I thought about it. I didnât like it. âShould we say something to him?â
âYeah. âHi. How are you? I like the show. I donât like the show.â The same kind of stuff youâd say to anybody. Donât treat him like heâs different or anything. Here, hit this note.â
I did. It sounded wonderful, if I do say so myself.
âPerfect. Now scram, you guys. Iâve got work to do.â
Chris and I didnât have to be told twice. We scooted out of Paulaâs practice room and back down the stairs toward the lobby. We had a lot more investigating to do before the day was over!
We had almost made it to the stairway when a brassy voice called out, âWhat are you
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