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The Madness Never Ends
Apr. 17th, 2004 11:48 pmAuditions for Cuckoo's Nest are this weekend. My original plan was to go tomorrow, because I had to go proofread things for Best Student Essays today. But then I found out that the proofreading was flexible and I didn't have to be there exactly at 11, which was the same time auditions started. So I thought better of it and went to audition today, so that tomorrow I can sleep in a bit and then concentrate on writing the paper for the Sea Captain. And I'm glad I went today because two of my friends were there too.
When I got to the theater, the first thing I noticed was that parking spaces along the street were sparse and not so easy to get into for a terrible parallel parker like me. Then I saw Eric outside the door reading over his audition piece. And then I saw Gabrielle walking up the street to the theater. It's always good to have friends around when you do things that make you nervous. And god, did the nerves hit me once I got out of the car. My hands shook so much I had difficulty filling out the audition sheet. Of course, questions like, "What makes you so special?" and "What's the craziest thing you've ever done?" don't really help one calm down. For the latter question, I considered answering, "Taking someone I barely know out on a coke run because I was bored and he was getting whiny," but instead went with "Renn Fayre."
There were a lot of people in the theater, because people were setting up things for the next show, Wings. So the auditions were held in the dressing room. So it was rather a lot like an orchestra audition. You show up, fill out the sheet, take some time to prepare, sign in, and then they call you to go back and do your thing in a little room with just the person/people evaluating. So I guess that's something that worked in my favor, since most of the auditions I've done were like that. And by the time I got in there, I was fine. No more shaking, no nervousness. Just energy. And a dry mouth, but that's just because I was thirsty. I was the third one of us from Methods to read, and I was the third Nurse Ratched of the day. (And hey, it was also my third audition at the Vortex. Threes everywhere!) Since we were in the dressing room, the director told me not to worry about blocking, so I didn't. And he said he liked my voice, which I assume is good. I'm probably too young for Ratched, though. So, I don't know. And if I'm not cast, that might be for the best, because I probably don't need to spend two weeks writing four papers between classes and rehearsal. Eh, who the hell knows? I did well, and what happens, happens.
In other theater news, I went to see Taming of the Shrew this evening. Gabrielle and I had been planning to go yesterday, but that was before we found out that the Friday show was in the afternoon, not the evening. And she'd already made plans for tonight. I was going to go anyway, however, but then her plans fell through. So we went, and it was good. There were only a few kids I remember, and they're all grown up! Or almost.
Tomorrow in the Theater X there's a staged reading of an adaptation of His Dark Materials. I've never read the trilogy, but I was going to pop in to the reading for a little bit. Can't go all day (six hours!) because I have the Sea Captain's paper to write. I'm making it due Monday so that I get it out of the way. I suppose I don't strictly have to write it tomorrow, but if I do it, now, it'll make the rest of the semester marginally less painful. And then I'm going to go for a celebratory drink after class on Monday.
But for now, sleep would be good.
When I got to the theater, the first thing I noticed was that parking spaces along the street were sparse and not so easy to get into for a terrible parallel parker like me. Then I saw Eric outside the door reading over his audition piece. And then I saw Gabrielle walking up the street to the theater. It's always good to have friends around when you do things that make you nervous. And god, did the nerves hit me once I got out of the car. My hands shook so much I had difficulty filling out the audition sheet. Of course, questions like, "What makes you so special?" and "What's the craziest thing you've ever done?" don't really help one calm down. For the latter question, I considered answering, "Taking someone I barely know out on a coke run because I was bored and he was getting whiny," but instead went with "Renn Fayre."
There were a lot of people in the theater, because people were setting up things for the next show, Wings. So the auditions were held in the dressing room. So it was rather a lot like an orchestra audition. You show up, fill out the sheet, take some time to prepare, sign in, and then they call you to go back and do your thing in a little room with just the person/people evaluating. So I guess that's something that worked in my favor, since most of the auditions I've done were like that. And by the time I got in there, I was fine. No more shaking, no nervousness. Just energy. And a dry mouth, but that's just because I was thirsty. I was the third one of us from Methods to read, and I was the third Nurse Ratched of the day. (And hey, it was also my third audition at the Vortex. Threes everywhere!) Since we were in the dressing room, the director told me not to worry about blocking, so I didn't. And he said he liked my voice, which I assume is good. I'm probably too young for Ratched, though. So, I don't know. And if I'm not cast, that might be for the best, because I probably don't need to spend two weeks writing four papers between classes and rehearsal. Eh, who the hell knows? I did well, and what happens, happens.
In other theater news, I went to see Taming of the Shrew this evening. Gabrielle and I had been planning to go yesterday, but that was before we found out that the Friday show was in the afternoon, not the evening. And she'd already made plans for tonight. I was going to go anyway, however, but then her plans fell through. So we went, and it was good. There were only a few kids I remember, and they're all grown up! Or almost.
Tomorrow in the Theater X there's a staged reading of an adaptation of His Dark Materials. I've never read the trilogy, but I was going to pop in to the reading for a little bit. Can't go all day (six hours!) because I have the Sea Captain's paper to write. I'm making it due Monday so that I get it out of the way. I suppose I don't strictly have to write it tomorrow, but if I do it, now, it'll make the rest of the semester marginally less painful. And then I'm going to go for a celebratory drink after class on Monday.
But for now, sleep would be good.
