Hold everything!!! Hooooold everything! I’m here, dears. Sorry for being late.” The healer nudged the door fully open with her leg then continued down to stage with a box of goodies in hand and a container of bread floating behind her. “Goodness is that really the time?? I must’ve missed everything!!”

Healer Poppy dropped the prop box by the foot of the stage. “And just wHy do you have the little darlings practising in such dull light?? It’s terrifying! They’ll have the flashbacks.” The last word she whispered loudly, not wanting to upset the little darlings.

“This won’t do at all!” She moved over to the windows and threw them open, moved along the walls lighting the candles then along the chairs making them extra super duper comfortable—for the nerves. Soft been bag chairs were obviously better. Being relaxed was important.

Speaking of relaxing. “I have breeEeAaAddDdD. Come, come, have some. Isn’t it lovely? You can’t audition on an empty stomach!! Come along, audition breeeeaaakkkk!”

Mmmm, could they smell the fresh dough?