Auditioning

I dislike auditioning. It's a necessary evil if you want to perform in the world of theatre. But it's a brutal process.

I recently auditioned for "The Man With the Pointed Toes" at the Hale Center Theater in Orem, UT. It was a rather spur-of-the-moment audition. I hadn't actually planned on auditioning, but I ended up going anyway. Unfortunately, I didn't get cast.

But I still want to be in a show, so tomorrow night, I'll be auditioning for the musical, "Lucky Stiff" at the same venue. I've never worked with this particular director or music director before, so I'm rather nervous. They want auditioners to come prepared with 16 bars of two contrasting songs. I'll probably be singing the first part of "Suddenly Seymour" from Little Shop of Horrors and "Lost in the Darkness" from Jekyll & Hyde. We'll see how it goes.

The part I hate about auditions is that once your audition is over, there's nothing else that can be done, other than to wait.

...and wait...

...and wait.

If you finally get a phone call, you rejoice. If that call never comes, you wonder.

...and wonder...

...and wonder.

The phone call doesn't always mean that you are being offered a role. It usually means you're being called back for more torture. For plays, they want to see how you read and interact with other potential cast members. For musicals, they'll want to see the same, but additionally, they usually want to see how quickly you can learn choreography.

It's draining.

But as much as I hate auditions, I have some sort of sick, twisted need to perform, and without auditions, I can't fill this need.

Of course, I'll be back to tell you how auditions went. Hopefully, this time will be better than last time.