[Patrons are the people who have all the money. They basically tell us which plays to put on and pay for everything.]
One patron, a short, plump woman with reddish hair stood up. "First off," she began, "I'd like to express from all of us our deepest sympathy in the loss of a troupe member."
Another man, tall and balding, stood up as well. "But we must move on. The show must move on. You have two months to prepare. You can either find a replacement or choose to use what you have."
Aurora stood up without even trying to stop herself, "Two months? That's a joke. It must be. We need more time."
The woman spoke again, "Child, we understand that you are grieving, but there are other things to worry about."
Another man cleared his throat, "Two months is all we can give you."
The patrons opened the floor for discussion concerning whether to find a replacement. To Aurora, the meeting was way past over. She didn't even bother to listen as she felt tears stinging her eyes. She didn't dare let them fall.