“Belle.” he said sternly as she turned to the door, causing her to stop and wince, but when she turned back around he found him smiling slightly. “I am very surprised by your acting talents, Miss Anastasia.” The Reverend said as he pushed his delicate glasses up his pointed, thin nose.

“I have a friend, well. Member of my flock actually at the church on Mason Street…” he paused for a moment considering his words. “Well, if you can do that more often, he’d be interested in a girl such as yourself to play Juliet in a rendition of Romeo and Juliet at his Theatre down on the corner of 12th and 23nd. You know the one?” he scratched his chin and leant slightly on the desk as he looked over to her.

“The Apollo I believe he called it. Just been fitted fully out with Electric lighting. It’s certainly got excellent acoustics for when the choir sings there for some of it’s performances…” he looked at her nervous self and sighed.

“You’re very good and I think you should meet him. I can arrange a meeting if you wish, at the Church tomorrow after school. We normally take tea together out in the Orchard you see.” He shrugged. “But that of course is up to you, and no I won’t try converting you from Orthodox to Protestant while there, the tea won’t be made of holy water that will secretly cleanse your soul or anything like that.” He said quite seriously.