Deep Thoughts by Sparky Polastri

Tales of a crazed dance, musical theatre and cheerleading coach. I've got the blonde, I've got the big smile, I've got the loud voice. I'm missing the boobs.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Bah...

High school kids aren't as much fun to audition as middle school kids.

Except for the kid who read the line "womb to tomb" as "wom to tom", not a whole lot to report.

The director wants them all to have prepared monologues. Apparently they all had to do a Shakespeare monologue for English class, so they're all performing those. I am WAY too blonde to evaluate a Shakespeare monologue.

My other favourite move in an audition is when the kid plays a note on the piano to find their note for the song, and then starts on a totally unrelated note. Uh-huh.

In other news, I auditioned for a show here in town for the big amateur company. I sang alright, but I totally BLEW the dance audition. One of my friends called it the "two year old at tap class" syndrome.

Crap crap crap. I CAN dance. Honest. And no, I was NOT smoking crack before I auditioned.

Argh. Oh well, I'll just sit back and wait for my "unfortunately, we don't have a part to offer you" phone call. I love how they say it all diplomatic-like. In their minds, they're thinking "because this show doesn't call for anyone with no apparent limb control."

Bah.

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