One or both of the directors will provide feedback! You may start with either your monologue or your song. If you need a monologue or a song, one will be provided for you!
[And as much as you can give us to work with, please! The more detail you provide, the better sense we have of your character's skill, talent, and range. :D ]
Re: AuditionwasthecuteoneJanuary 12 2012, 17:12:23 UTC
"Good! And it's great to be here," Petra said. "So, I'll be singing "You'll Never Walk Alone" from every Liverpool game ever Rodgers & Hammerstein's Carousel today."
Petra pulled herself up, took a deep breath, and began to sing.
"When you walk through a storm Keep your chin up high And don't be afraid of the dark. At the end of the storm Is a golden sky And the sweet silver song of a lark."
Her voice was a slightly husky contralto, steady, strong, and with great feeling and confidence.
"Walk on through the wind, Walk on through the rain, Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on With hope in your heart And you'll never walk alone, You'll never walk alone."
And then she waited for the judges' directors' reaction.
"Hey, having it prepared is a totally legitimate reason," Troy agreed, grinning. "Okay, perfect -- now did you have a monologue in mind, or are you doing a cold read?"
Re: AuditionwasthecuteoneJanuary 13 2012, 02:59:32 UTC
"I'm going to do a monologue from meta for Breakfast at Tiffany's," Petra told him before launching into it.
"Look, I know what you think," she said, scrunching up her nose like she totally knew what he thought. "And I don't blame you, I've always thrown out such a jazzy line. But really...except for Doc...and you...Jose is my first non-rat romance. Oh, not that he's my ideal of the absolute finito," she assured the audience with a dismissive wave of her hand. "He tells little lies and worries about what people think and he wants to be the President of Brazil. I mean it's such a useless thing for a grown man to want to be and takes about fifty baths a day. I think a man should smell...at least a little bit. No, he's too prim and cautious to be my absolute ideal. If I were free to choose from anybody alive...just snap my fingers and say "Come here, you!"...I wouldn't pick Jose." Oh, she was wandering off into daydream land now. "Nehru maybe...or Adlai Stevenson or Sidney Poiter or Leonard Bernstein..." She snapped herself out of
( ... )
Natalie stated her name as she got on stage. Of course, they might have to resort to consulting squirrels to find out her actual name, since the one she gave sounded suspiciously like a French cheese combined with a Scandinavian last name.
But her name was so not the point, here. "Now, I'm going to start with a song," she declared, which was exactly what she did. With a guitar and everything. "Yeah, she said 'Get outta my way cause I'm going somewhere, this is not where I wanna be' --"
It was exactly like the video except she looked older a bubbly, fun, energetic performance, and it was... so not something Natalie would've done without a little gremlin help.
Ooooh, that was nice, Troy thought, offering a smile to the cheese-named girl. "That was great!" he said. "Now, did you have a monologue planned, as well?"
Natalie shook her head, still smiling brightly. "Nope," she said, because the music video only went so far in being helpful. "But the posters said you could provide one?"
Troy nodded. "Absolutely!" he said, rifling through his papers before pulling out a couple of sheets. "The one from Strange Snow, please. You can take a few moments to look it over first."
Natalie nodded as she took the papers, and spent the next few moments reading the text over. The conclusion she came to was that while it was unfamiliar it was relatable. It was just like wanting to sing all kinds of songs, tell all kinds of stories
( ... )
"Uh, yeah, are the results -- I mean, the cast lists, are they going to go up soon?" she wondered, unaware that this version of her wouldn't be around to see them. "I kind of just quit my job and need something new to focus on."
Staying in her room and plotting against gremlins, mostly.
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Petra pulled herself up, took a deep breath, and began to sing.
"When you walk through a storm
Keep your chin up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark."
Her voice was a slightly husky contralto, steady, strong, and with great feeling and confidence.
"Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone."
And then she waited for the judges' directors' reaction.
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"Look, I know what you think," she said, scrunching up her nose like she totally knew what he thought. "And I don't blame you, I've always thrown out such a jazzy line. But really...except for Doc...and you...Jose is my first non-rat romance. Oh, not that he's my ideal of the absolute finito," she assured the audience with a dismissive wave of her hand. "He tells little lies and worries about what people think and he wants to be the President of Brazil. I mean it's such a useless thing for a grown man to want to be and takes about fifty baths a day. I think a man should smell...at least a little bit. No, he's too prim and cautious to be my absolute ideal. If I were free to choose from anybody alive...just snap my fingers and say "Come here, you!"...I wouldn't pick Jose." Oh, she was wandering off into daydream land now. "Nehru maybe...or Adlai Stevenson or Sidney Poiter or Leonard Bernstein..." She snapped herself out of ( ... )
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But her name was so not the point, here. "Now, I'm going to start with a song," she declared, which was exactly what she did. With a guitar and everything. "Yeah, she said 'Get outta my way cause I'm going somewhere, this is not where I wanna be' --"
It was exactly like the video except she looked older a bubbly, fun, energetic performance, and it was... so not something Natalie would've done without a little gremlin help.
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[It's the second-last one on the page! :D ]
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"Thanks!" Troy said, grinning back. "I think that'll give us a good idea, yeah. Did you have any questions for us?"
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Staying in her room and plotting against gremlins, mostly.
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Community theatre was many things. A lucrative career path? Not one of them.
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