Marie waited for hours. That was okay. She was Indian, and everything Indian—powwows, funerals, and weddings—required patience. This audition wasn’t Indian, but she was ready when they called her name.

“What are you going to sing?” the British man asked.

“ ‘Every Reservation Girl Loves Patsy Cline,’ ” she said.

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