A tall thin man with a long, pointed nose answered the door, he looked Belle up and down before sucking his teeth. He cleared his throat then spoke in an eerie, lilting voice that seemed to echo behind him into the house.

"Miss Anastascia?" he questioned, when the girl nodded he pointed to a gate next to the vicarage. "The Reverend and his guest are out in the orchard taking some afternoon tea, they are expecting you."

When she reached the back of the orchard, which had a small lawn in the middle of it with a set of white table and chairs. Smith merely inclined his head as she approached.

"Ah, Belle, glad you could join us." he said simply before motioning to the thin, tall man next to her, who stood up and bowed slightly. "This is Timothy DeMontfort. Owner of the new Apollo Theatre down on the corner of 12th and 23rd Street.

"A pleasure to meet you. Carl, err, I mean Reverend Smith was telling me about your performance yesterday in the classroom and thinks you might have something of a hidden away talent." He chuckled and scratched the back of his head. "Even though I don't determine casting I do determine who gets into the try-outs. As I am going to open Romeo and Juliet soon, I need a cast. He's convinced that you're very good but, alas, I cannot take that purely on faith."

Smith shot Timothy a look that could kill at the mention of being able to take things purely on faith, especially considering his job.

Tim picked up a book from the table and held it open at a random page. "Here," he said handing the book to Belle. "Lets see how you do."