Friday, June 29

A really detailed account of my latest audition

Four years ago, I was very, very honored to play one of my dream roles: Amy March in Little Women the Musical. I had auditioned to play this part for several other productions, but I was thrilled to finally win the role. The experience was everything I wanted it to be: I met amazing people, I had a very supportive director who let me experiment and ultimately create a character I loved and felt comfortable with, I had almost overwhelmingly positive reviews from people who came, and I had awesome, sometimes embarrassing costumes that I wholeheartedly embraced, such as so:
My Troll costume for one of Jo's stories.
The eye patch was my idea :-D
When CenterPoint Legacy Theatre announced they planned to produce Little Women this season, I didn't think much about it. I love the play, and I'd love to tackle one of the other sisters (um, I mean play them onstage, not physically tackle them), but I was really excited about auditioning for The Scarlet Pimpernel -- the costumes, the music, the cute guys -- what's not to love? The problem was, I had auditioned for several plays at CPT and hadn't had any luck. Don't get me wrong, they were fun auditions and I was even called back for a few (a novelty, since even though I had performed at Rodgers Memorial, both times they cast me in ensemble without calling me back), but it seemed that I wasn't good enough for the "big" theatre.

Then I was cast in The Importance of Being Earnest. I felt lucky, since there wasn't a lot of advertising and therefore few auditioners, and I'm aware that I'm a more impressive actress than singer (a problem when I like to audition for musicals and the first audition usually only involves singing a song). I was thrilled! I thought, "Wow, this is it! This is my foot in the door!" I was surprised to discover that the director was also the Artistic Director for the theater... glad I didn't know that before the audition. I had a blast in the play, liked the people I worked with, and the audiences seemed to enjoy what I was doing.

Now that I knew the powers-that-be were aware of and liked me, I really wanted to capitalize on my being discovered. I thought it wouldn't hurt to audition for Little Women. It's always good to practice, right? The more I audition, the better they'd remember me. However, I had a strong sense of reality. There were several (fairly important) impediments to my being cast:
  1. I am already in another show. I had the morning free for auditions, but the likelihood of the callback being a day I could go was iffy. If I was actually cast, I would miss most of the first three weeks of rehearsal while I finished up The Marvelous Wonderettes, and would have quite a bit of catching up to do, especially since I didn't think I'd have another shot at Amy (not that I still remember all of the music and lines anyway).
  2. I'm old. Let's face it: I was the oldest of the actresses playing the sisters the first time I did Little Women, and I'm older now. Lucky for me, I have good genes and can usually pull off playing someone younger than I am, especially since people tend to disbelieve my actual age anyway!
Neither of those reasons were enough to keep me from giving it a shot. Chances are slim for any audition, and I always say, "They have to cast someone, why not me?"

*Plot spoilers ahead*
I decided to read the book before the audition. This turned out to be a mistake because, as usual, the book is FAR superior to the play. It's not the play's fault, necessarily. There are a lot of characters and some of the events really aren't that exciting except that you get to know the sisters better. In the book, there isn't really a main character, so no one is made out to be the villain or hero. You just love them all. In any movie version or play I've seen, Amy is made out to be a total brat because they focus on the first 10 chapters and don't really explore the changes she decides to make when she goes to live with Aunt March when Beth gets sick. It also adequately explains why Laurie marries Amy, and makes you LOVE Professor Bhaer and be glad that Jo ends up with him instead. But I was glad to read that Jo did, in fact, take Beth to the seashore at one point, and that's where Beth tells Jo she knows she won't live very much longer. I'll stop complaining about that part of the play now.
*Spoilers over*

A lot of people assumed I'd go for Amy again, but it wasn't until my Kate recommended it that I seriously considered it. I had planned on going for Meg or Beth (how I love Beth's songs!). I've done several shows twice, but I'd never played the same character twice. To be honest, it bothers me when people audition for roles they've already played -- they've had their chance to play that part! Give someone else a chance! Then again, there are several roles I've love to play again, and Amy is one of them. I've seen several productions since my own and I've often wished I could do it a little differently. I adore Amy and I often think she's written off as the "brat", when she's really only spoiled in the first couple of chapters of the book.

So, I changed my mind and went with the part I already knew I could nail. Why not? I wasn't going to be cast anyway.

I was really excited when I learned that the production team wanted us to sing a song AND perform a monologue from a list they provided. I picked the "younger Amy" monologue 'cause it has a line I never failed to get a laugh with the last time. I don't remember the song I first decided to sing, but the night before the audition, I dreamed I was on the Titanic... or maybe I was in the movie Titanic... so I changed my mind and went with my other choice "I Must Get on That Ship" from Titanic the Musical.

I arrived a little early for my 11:10 a.m. audition time only to discover that they were running late (auditions usually do). I chatted with some friends, tried not to size up my competition, and just told myself that whatever happened I wanted to feel good about my performance. I was glad to see my friend Trevor playing the piano, and actually delighted when 3 of the 4 women in my group said we were reading for Amy -- it would have been a funnier story if the 4th read for Amy, too, but her reading for Jo was so good I was glad she made the choice she did!

Happily, I got to go first! I love going first at an audition. I'm not influenced by anyone else and I get to get my thing out of the way and then pretend to relax while the others do their thing. My song was just okay. As usual, I was more worried about the pianist than my singing (a problem when I can't necessarily practice with a pianist beforehand, and the accompanist is sight-reading). But I rocked my monologue. It wasn't memorized but I was close enough I didn't need to stare at the paper the whole time. I was spunky and hopefully a little lovable, and I even got a laugh. The second girl to read did my same monologue and she was really good, but I knew my performance was stronger and more interesting... I feel like such a cat saying that.

The last girl in my group read the "older Amy" monologue, and I thought that was a smart choice for her. She was obviously young, so she wanted to show off that she could do the older part, too. It occurred to me then that I had accidentally done the smart strategic thing to read the younger monologue, since I'm obviously no longer 12 but wanted to show my range.

My friend Julie is music directing the show, so when they dismissed our group, I gave her a big hug and then assured her we'd still be friends if she didn't cast me. Much as I'd love to work with her, I'd understand if I wasn't right this time... there are enough factors to deal with in casting without having to worry about personal friendships, and, as I've said before, I wasn't expecting anything.

Imagine my surprise, then, when I received an e-mail a few days later inviting me to the callback! A callback I had put on my conflict sheet that I couldn't go to. Fortunately, there were several others who couldn't go to the real callback, either, and they were able to find another time for the 5 of us to go back to read and sing. I was really happy to see my friend Ricky there; he played Mr. Brooke the first time I did the show, and I've been in several shows with him since. Always nice to have friends there! He read for Mr. Brooke again, and also for Professor Bhaer. He said later that he was surprised when he was cast as the Professor, but I wasn't at all. I knew from his callback that they adored him (he was adorable).

As fate would have it, we had a Marmee, Meg, Jo (whose real name was Megan), and Amy, so we all read a short scene together (where I got to say my favorite line "Sashes aren't silly!!"). I watched the others sing and read scenes, and learned a dance that I didn't actually get to perform -- they said she'd seen enough after watching me learn it. Then they asked me to read both of the Amy monologues from the audition. Scott, the producer had grabbed me when I walked in and said, "Can I give you a tip? Make Amy an endearing Amy. We don't want her to be a whiny brat." The director said the same thing as I prepared to read. I was so happy they shared my opinion of this complicated, misunderstood character!

The first monologue went well, seeing as it was the one I had practiced for the audition. The second monologue was just okay... so the director asked me to slow it down and try again. Apparently the second time wasn't much better, so the director asked me to be a little bit more thoughtful, as though Amy really considered everything she said before she said it. I thought about it for a moment, thanked her for the direction, and gave it another try.

I could tell from the pro team's faces that I had nailed it. The director leaned over to the producer to say something to him about halfway through my read (I could see them out of the corner of my eye -- I never look directly at the pro team during an audition) and when I finished they were all smiles and thanked me for taking the direction so well. At that point, the rest of the people had arrived for the "real" callback (well, second callback. They'd had the first the night before). The director had all of the Amys and Megs stand in a line to see how we'd look together. Then I left for rehearsal, 'cause, you know, I'm already cast in a show this summer ;-)

It was one of those callbacks where I knew I had done well and had no regrets. One of those where I could look back after terrible auditions and think "No, I'm not terrible. I've had awesome auditions before and I will again!" I knew they loved me, so it all depended on whether they'd work with my schedule, whether I looked too old, and whether they simply liked two other actresses better than they like me (CPT double-casts their shows). I'd done all I could, and I was happy. I told my friends afterwards, "I won't be surprised if they don't cast me, and I won't be surprised if they do."

I was wrong.

When Scott called me up this morning to offer me the role, I was shocked! He called from a number I didn't know, told me his name, asked me how I was doing (to which I replied "I'm happy" as I often do), and he said he'd be happy if I'd play Amy in the Tuesday/Thursday/Saturday cast! I said something incomprehensible along the lines of "I would love to!" He invited me to the first rehearsal... which I couldn't go to. Ricky sent me a cast list after the rehearsal, and I am blown away by the cast. I am friends with a few, and have seen others onstage, and everyone is really, really talented. I feel so lucky that I'm going to get to work with these people.

Turns out, the director is out of town for the first three weeks, so I might not miss as much as I feared.

The part that makes me laugh? My double is sixteen! Haha! I've seen her in a couple of shows (she is great) and know her family, and I am trying not to think too much about her being half my age. Actually, I'm kind of glad that she is, so I can study up-close how an actual teenage girl moves and talks and such. Plus, she's rumored to be really nice, and I always like that in a double :-D

Last week, I teased a friend of mine for saying, "This is not my life!" in reference to good fortune that, from my perspective, happens for her frequently. Now I find myself saying it! Two amazing roles literally on top of each other in one summer? With other freakishly talented people that I like and at terrific and supportive venues? When did this become my life? People tease me about getting leads all the time, but it really is incomprehensible to me every time. I've been doing community theater for a long time and played so many small parts that I'm grateful I'm finally getting to play some of my dream roles! So much trust put in me. And I can't believe that Little Women is working with my schedule. I honestly thought that would put me out of the running. Maybe that's why I did so well this time: I knew I had nothing to lose!

The downside is that I won't have any free time soon. The rest of my summer is pretty much shot, sans the one vacation I put down on my conflict calendar (woot! Shakespeare Festival!) I will get to perform around -- but not on -- my birthday, which I wanted to do.

I am so, so excited for another chance to play this character. I kind of want to forget that I've played Amy before and look at her with new eyes. The cast and pro team and venue are new, I think it only appropriate that my approach to Amy be new, too. There are a couple of things I was attached to from "the last time", but I don't ever want to use "that's how I/we did it the last time" as a reason for why I'm doing things the way I do them. I already said, "That's the way they say it in the book" to one of the actors at the callback, and I was very aware of how pretentious I sounded. I've changed in the last four years. I want to take advantage of this opportunity to continue to learn and grow my skills. I'm sure my performance will be all the better for it. Change is good.

Meanwhile, is it crazy that I'm still considering auditioning for The Scarlet Pimpernel? I couldn't go to the callback because of Wonderettes performances, but all I'm interested in is ensemble anyway, or maybe just Marie (a small but important non-singing role)... makes me tired just thinking about doing a third show in a row, but I really, really wanted to audition for that one this year!

Tuesday, June 26

Smile! You're on candid camera!


I like to take photos.... and I've fallen into the unfortunate habit of not warning people before I pull out my camera. I am a huge fan of candid photos because I'm more likely to get photos that actually resemble the person, instead of something manufactured.

Sometimes I suspect my family groans internally when they see me pull my camera out yet again. "I'm just eating ice cream! How is that photo-worthy? What do you want from me?!" But aren't those the random kinds of memories that we want to remember? People who love each other just hanging out and doing normal things?

And then there are those people that you actually ask to smile, who give you a quasi-smiling expression that doesn't really look like them.

My best example of this is my gorgeous grandma:
The smile I want
I'm not sure why, but most times when I pull out my camera she gives me the luke-warmest smile I've ever seen, like so:
The smile I'm likely to get.
Note: One of my nieces has adopted
this smile in response to my camera
But when I take candid photos at unguarded moments, I get this:
This is how Gram actually looks
I guess I shouldn't judge Gram and my other loved ones for being cautious. I HATE candid photos of myself, especially since the embarrassing photos are the ones most likely to show up on other friends' Facebook pages or blogs. I've been known to untag myself from the worst ones. I'm vain that way.

(I'm still sad that I don't have a cast photo from Earnest where we're all just looking at the camera and smiling.  I adore the in-show photos, but I always like to have that portrait where we all get to be ourselves. Oh, well.)

It is for that reason that, candid or planned, I take a bajillion photos and delete all of those that the subjects might hate... I am very conscious of making sure that people know I won't post ugly photos of them anywhere (unless they're intentionally trying to be ugly, then all bets are off). I'd hope they'd do the same for me!

Friday, June 22

Testing the Blogger app

So, I have a fancy new phone that has apps and a camera and all those delightful frills I've been dreaming of for a year or more. On the down side, it's expensive and I have to charge it at least every other day (usually every day). On the plus side, being plugged in and a part of the tech conversation is awesome! It seems I've become yet another person who spend ridiculous amounts of time playing with her phone. Now I'm only 2 years behind the trend :-)
I've been using the Blogger app for my photo blog, and now I'm wondering how the photos will display when there is actual text.
So...this post is my test. Here's the second photo:
Doesn't get any cuter than this, folks.
And now to publish and see how it looks...
(After viewing on a computer.) Looks like all photos end up at the bottom of the post. Good to know! Might stick to the tried and true methods for the larger posts, especially since the uploaded photo quality isn't very good (or maybe that's just how my phone photos look?). Also, I was only able to accidentally link to my photo blog... there's a link option, and a highlight option, but I can't figure out how to keep the highlight from immediately disappearing when I navigate to the Link button >:-(
Like a goof, I accidentally posted this to my photo blog first. On the up side, I learned how to copy/paste -- pretty cool!


Wonderettes' songs in the movies

In my latest show, The Marvelous Wonderettes (playing July 13-21 at Midvale Park -- be there!) we sing a lot of great songs from the 1950s and '60s. I've been listening to and a fan of most of these songs my entire life, since this is the music my parents played on road trips and weeks in Lake Powell.

And some of the songs are so popular and awesome they've been used in movie soundtracks for more contemporary movies. I admit, that when we sing through the following songs, I think of these classic movie scenes, and not the original recording (click the link to hear the original):

"You Don't Own Me" in First Wives Club

For the record, my character is Bette Midler in this video... and Kristen, yours is Diane Keaton.

"Teacher's Pet" (at 18 seconds) in Waiting for Guffman


"Stupid Cupid" in The Princess Diaries


Tuesday, June 19

Another end-of-vacation disaster

Why is it that disasters always seem to happen to me on the way home from a vacation? Either a severely delayed flight, or the car breaks down, or, the only time I ever had to use an airsickness bag on a plane -- the bag leaked all over my white corduroys! And, of course, there's the infamous cupcake incident.

It's annoying, because you always best remember the last thing that happened, so if it's a disaster, it tends to taint my whole vacation.

Sadly, I had yet another disaster at the end of my Philadelphia trip.

We had a direct flight home, which meant the snack cart came around twice. The first time, I ordered milk, which they gave me in a carton. The second time, I asked for tomato juice. I get it a lot on flights 'cause... well, even though I like it a lot I don't drink it very often.

It's always been obnoxious to me that if I order a Sprite, they pour it from a 12 oz. can into a 6 oz. plastic cup that's already full of ice, so, really, I'm getting about 3 oz of Sprite. Now, I guess I understand that planes have limited storage room, so they want their supplies to go a long way (they are always so annoyed when I ask for the can). Then again, if they gave me the whole can, maybe I wouldn't need them to come around a second time.

Anyway, I asked for tomato juice, and the flight attendant opened up a new bag of tiny cups and fresh can of juice, and poured some out for me (no ice -- thanks!). As she handed me the cup, the juice spilled all over the arm of my hoodie.

There was a huge slit in the side of the cup. The cup she had just pulled from the new bag.

The attendant was horrified and immediately tossed out the cup, and poured some club soda on a napkin for me to "pat, not rub" on my sleeve. Then she threw out several more obviously-slitted cups from the stack, and poured me a fresh glass of tomato juice. This one, thankfully, did not dump all over my sleeve.

The second cup waited until I had put it down on the tray table, eaten a few peanuts, and picked it up again. Then the previously unnoticed slit ripped open and spilled the juice all over my lap

I immediately called for the attendant who had only moved about two feet away. She was on the wrong side of the drink cart, but her associate tossed my second cup into the garbage, and -- since the back restroom was blocked by her cart -- led me to the front of the plane so I could use the first class bathroom (which was sadly just as small as the regular ones). However, since someone was already waiting for the bathroom and they only let one non-first-class person in first class to wait at a time, I stood at the front of the regular-class people... trying to surreptitiously dab at my lap and praying that nobody was looking at me (especially those people whose heads were on the same level as my spill) and also very aware that all of the seats behind me were facing my direction.

Finally I got to move to the other side of the curtain and wait at the back of first class... and that's when the guy sitting in the back looked to the side and saw the huge spot on the front of my jeans. Now, this was one of those guys who thinks it's funny to make an awkward situation worse, and somehow didn't get that I didn't think this was all funny yet. He asked what had happened, and when I told him, he joked, "Oh, that's a good story -- slitted cup!" indicating that he fully believed I had wet my pants. At least the stain wasn't red. That would have been much, much worse!

I cleaned up as well as I could in the bathroom, and would you believe that guy felt the need to tell me the stain "looked better" as I walked back to my seat?! Um, dude, stop looking at my crotch! It was bad enough before, but then I really felt like everyone was staring at me. *Note to all men -- it's never okay to comment in a situation like that. EVER. A little silence goes a looooong way!* Apparently, first-class passengers aren't required to be classy.

I finally made it back to my seat, and soon after the second attendant came by to ask if I still wanted anything to drink.

I asked for water.

The first attendant came back later to apologize profusely and tell me she had to throw away the entire sleeve of cups. If I were a more assertive person I might have demanded some kind of compensation, like extra frequent flier miles, or even just some plastic wings, but I just wanted to sip my water, read my book, and forget this whole thing.

My parents were on my flight but sat in a different row, so they missed this whole debacle. When we debarked the plane, Mom asked how the flight was, and I started crying and said "I want to go home!" They dropped me off at home, I left my luggage in the front room, and went to check my mailbox... managing to lock my keys and phone into my house.

Not. My. Day!

So I introduced myself to one of my neighbors, borrowed her phone, and left a message asking my mom to come back and bring her spare key (since she had not had time to get home and I don't have her cell phone memorized). You have no idea how happy I was to finally get inside my house, eat, and take a nap. Sooo good to be home!

Like I said, disasters seem to follow me. I don't know why they can't happen at the beginning of the trip so that I can enjoy the rest, and give the good memories a chance to shine brighter. Then again, if it happened at the beginning they might haunt me and spoil the rest of the trip...*shrug*

Next time I travel, no crazy mishaps, okay? Thanks!

Friday, June 15

Good advice

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I'm not a consistent blogger or journal writer, but between those two mediums and work, I write a little bit everyday.

This is a nice reminder. I'll continue to work on it :)