One story, two sides
Played auditions today. During a lull, the director told a story about the time years before when an actress handed her music to the pianist and started explaining it. The pianist cut her off, and said (with attitude), "I was in the pit for this show." The director thought this was very funny.
Here's how I imagine that actress tells that story:
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I went to an audition this morning, and I brought a song that's really great for me, but a lot of piano players screw it up. So I go into the room, and I don't recognize the piano player, so I start explaining it. She stops me, and basically tells me she doesn't need my help and I should go fuck myself. I was completely rattled. I hope I never see her at the piano ever again.
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(Me again.) And even if it's not all that hard a piece of music, how does the pianist know that the actress isn't personalizing the song in some way? Different tempo, a ritard, a cut, whatever?
Shame on the pianist, and shame on the director for his own mean streak.
Here's how I imagine that actress tells that story:
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I went to an audition this morning, and I brought a song that's really great for me, but a lot of piano players screw it up. So I go into the room, and I don't recognize the piano player, so I start explaining it. She stops me, and basically tells me she doesn't need my help and I should go fuck myself. I was completely rattled. I hope I never see her at the piano ever again.
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(Me again.) And even if it's not all that hard a piece of music, how does the pianist know that the actress isn't personalizing the song in some way? Different tempo, a ritard, a cut, whatever?
Shame on the pianist, and shame on the director for his own mean streak.