Books by Dorothy Reynolds

**ABRSM selected pieces (Singing from 2009): Sand in my eyes: from Salad Days (Julian Slade & Dorothy Reynolds) I sit in the sun: from Salad Days (Julian Slade & Dorothy Reynolds) Cleopatra: from Salad Days (Julian Slade & Dorothy Reynolds) The Time of My Life: from Salad Days (Julian Slade & Dorothy Reynolds)

Newly acquired BA gowns hang heavy on the shoulders of Jane and Timothy. Having got this far, what on earth do they do next? They could get married, of course (so they do), but how can they make a living? In a London park one breathlessly warm summer day they encounter a tramp who trundles round a mobile mini-piano. Even tramps need a holiday now and then, and he invites the young graduates to look after his business interests for a month at OE¿7 per week plus whatever they can collect. The piano is not just any old mobile mini; those who hear it find themselves dancing, even against their better judgment. On this gentle thread of story is strung a series of revue-type scenes providing rich opportunities for versatile comedy players who can also sing and dance. For the chorus Originally, nothing! The production which ran for 2,283 record-breaking performances at the Vaudeville had a cast of twelve, plus a pianist, who between them played fifty-five roles of assorted lengths - the star of one scene being required, perhaps, to do no more than walk on in the next. Needless to say, there is every opportunity for an imaginative producer to use a much larger cast.

In the story of Follow That Girl we meet Victoria Gilchrist whose Victorian father and mother have condemned her to wed one of two wealthy shopkeeper suitors, Tancred and Wilberforce. Rather than agree to her parents wishes Victoria runs away.|8 women, 10 men

In the general direction of Jersey, Guernsey, Alderney and Sark, and just off the edge of the map, lies the island of Terhou, so small that even the tourist trade has not yet invaded it. The entire population numbers no more people than are to be found in the average operatic society, and they sing all day, for they are happy folk. Or they would be, if only they could find a May Queen for their annual festival.|4 women, 9 men