Someone at the door handed her a phone.

"Hello?" Marilyn said.

"Hey sis," a voice same through a crackle on the connection. "The brass told me I should give you a call. Something about an audition?"

"That's right, Brent. I sang a song for you."

"I was a stupid kid, Marilyn. When I get back to the States I want to come and see you."

"Anytime," Marilyn whispered.

"Good luck with the audition."

"I made it through, Brent. I'm in the next ...