A tall, thin girl with blonde hair made what can only be described as an Entrance. Conversation ceased.

“Who is that?” someone whispered as the girl strode confidently up the aisle.

She paused midway. “Is this where tryouts for The Taming of the Shrew are being held?” She strode onto the stage. “I’m Angie Vogel,” she said. “And I’m auditioning for Katharina.”

She finished her audition to a roar of applause, entirely from the guys in the audience, I noticed, and floated down off the stage.

As she walked by with her nose in the air, she said, “Try to top that.” I don’t know how or why, but I was sure she was talking to me. Maybe it was because she was staring straight at me.