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The pause stretched, thick and alive. Then, a soft rustle from the judging table.

The reedy voice belonged to a young man with horn-rimmed glasses. He looked stunned. Next to him, a woman in a blazer was scribbling furiously. The third judge, an older man with kind eyes, leaned forward. matureauditions

That was her. She walked into the cavernous, dark auditorium, the single stage light a blazing sun. The judging table was a shadowy outline in the front row. The pause stretched, thick and alive

“Name and piece?” a reedy voice asked. He looked stunned

She took her mark. For a moment, the panic was a cold fist in her chest. She looked out at the empty seats, imagining them full. Then she thought of Amanda. Not the caricature of the nagging mother, but the real Amanda: a woman from a faded genteel South, abandoned by her husband, terrified of being forgotten, using her last reserves of charm and ferocity to hold her fragile family together.