“Two thousand people.” Florence was ready to bolt out of the door.
“Oh, but my dear!” Jeanne exclaimed. “It is just another show. Remember how I sang in light opera.”
“Yes, but you are you and I am I.”
“Nonsense!” exclaimed Jeanne. “One or a million! Tell them! I know you can.”
When orchestra members began filing in she felt better. Her part of the show might not be so grand, but these would back her up.
Then a bright idea occurred to her, and in thinking of others she forgot herself. It is often so in life.
While others were rehearsing their parts she slipped over to the orchestra leader and said something to him in a low tone. He looked at Jeanne and nodded.
She talked some more. He smiled broadly, then began beating out imaginary notes with his baton.
“It can be done,” he agreed at last.
“I promise you it will be startling and wonderful!” said Florence.