He danced, he acted, he sang. His voice quaked during his monologue; his tree trunk legs trembled. But when he sang “Some Enchanted Evening,” handing the sheet music to Donut, then coming in on key, on time, full-voiced, he blew the listeners away, he just knew it. He turned towards Ms. Cherry with the final note glowing in the practice room air as if high beams were reflecting off droplets of rain. She had a cute, round face, Ms. Cherry, ringed with curls. On her dark lashes, tears hung. Or maybe he only imagined the tears, but he was certain of what she said next, because he embraced those words for the next three days, through call-backs and all the rest, held on as if he were six and her words were his beloved blue blankie. “That was so beautiful, Simon.” She clearly meant it, Ms. Cherry, who was only twenty-two, not much older, really, than he was; when the cast list appeared, he’d been picked for Sir Harry, who sang more than any other guy, including the most famous song, “I Love You Less.”
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