“Might,” Adri said again.
“Me?” Iris asked, pointing to herself. “But I don’t act.”
“Yes, she does,” Simon said.
“No, I don’t.” Iris elbowed him in the ribs. “Not officially.”
“She’s funny,” Simon said, ticking off on his fingers. “She’s dramatic. She’s got flair, charisma, passion, you name it.”
Adri smirked. “Sounds perfect for Beatrice, actually.”
“Simon Everwood, you are dead to me,” Iris said out of the side of her mouth.
Vanessa laughed, then reached out to tap Iris’s arm. “What can one reading hurt, hmm? Let’s just try it. If it doesn’t work out, no harm done. Adri will send you back to the company audition with Julian and your friend here. Right, Adri?”
Adri sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Fine. I guess it doesn’t hurt to do a reading.”
Iris opened her mouth to protest—no way was she prepared to even think about playing a lead role—but Simon pushed her forward.
“She’ll do it.”
“Simon, goddammit.”
“See?” he said. “Passion.”
“I do see,” Adri said, her eyes sliding up and down Iris yet again.
“All right, fine,” Iris said, because she knew Simon would never let her turn around and come with him to the company audition. Best get this weird-as-hell experience over with.
Vanessa offered to take Simon to Julian, while Adri led Iris into the theater. It was small and brick-walled, with plush purple seats and an antiqued rainbow border framing the front of the modest stage. Lights and wires hung from the ceiling and Iris felt an unexplainable thrill swoop through her belly.
She’d never actually been in a play. Though her mother and siblings had told her more than once that she was dramatic enough to carry her own theater troupe, she’d dropped her high school class after a few weeks on account of Mr. Bristow’s extreme creepiness. Now she had to admit that walking into an empty theater, the stage lit up and waiting, was kind of exciting.
“Okay,” Adri said once they reached the stage, handing Iris a script already open to a scene. “Are you familiar with the story?”
“A bit,” Iris said, suddenly nervous. “Some army arrives home, a dude falls in love with a girl.”
Adri nods. “That’s Claudio and Hero, though in our play, it’s two men, one of them trans.”
Iris smiled. “I love that.”
Adri’s whole face lit up. “I do too. But you’re reading for Beatrice, Hero’s cousin, a very sharp-witted woman who has zero time for foolishness.”
“Sounds like a smart lady.”
“She is,” Adri said. “In this first scene, she insults Benedick, asoldier, as these two have a history of battling wits. He shows up—in our case,sheshows up—and the two duke it out verbally. We’ll have a revised script to account for pronouns and other adjustments once we get the cast set.”
Iris nodded, eyes scanning over the lines. Shakespeare wasn’t easy, by any means, but Iris had read enough in high school and college to understand most of it.
“I’ll read the other parts,” Adri said. “You just do Beatrice.”
“Could I have a second to get my bearings?” she asked.
“Of course,” Adri said. “I know you weren’t prepared for Beatrice. Or were you?” She tilted her head, as though waiting for Iris to confess something.
Iris frowned. “No, I definitely wasn’t.”
Adri’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she nodded and waved for Iris to take her second.
