Ethel blinked. “Thank you.”
The gym door creaked open.
Mr. Shaw gestured. “Whenever you’re ready.” casting marcela 13 y ethel 15 y
Clara the playwright leaned forward. “I wrote that scene. It’s a hard one.” Ethel blinked
“No,” Mr. Shaw said. “Don’t fix it. Just learn where to point it. Ethel—you’re the opposite. You hold back so much that the audience will lean in just to hear you. That’s rare.” casting marcela 13 y ethel 15 y