146/272 Even the orchestra wanted it over again." "But it was," said Martin, "and I heard one of the authors say that it would be the hit of the piece." "Oh, Martin, I've been sweating blood for this chance for five years, and I'm not going to get it. I wish I was dead." She put her arms against the wall and her face down on her arms and burst into an agony of tears. This plucky, struggling, hardworking atom of a remorseless world deserved a little luck for a change. |