Les Misérables of Liberty University
WHO: Dewi Ainsworth, Jared Montour, and the Miserable(s) students of Liberty
WHEN: October 13th, 5:00 PM
WHERE: Liberty Auditorium
WHAT: All students come prepared with any piece of music and any monologue to impress the judges and get a role in Les Misèrables that is more prestigious than "Brother #1".
NOTE: THIS THREAD WILL BE CLOSED ON FRIDAY. IF YOU DON'T POST BEFORE THEN, YOU LOSE YOUR CHANCE. THE RESULTS WILL BE POSTED FRIDAY.
Too flat.
Too emotional.
Not emotional enough.
Annoying.
Really annoying.
Terrible.
Really, really, terrible.
This was the lives of Dewi Ainsworth and Jared Montour. Where were the good auditions? The pitiful and wonderful Fantine, the misunderstood Éponine? Where was the perfect Jean Val Jean? The sweet and innocent Cosette? No one quite knew. The students had different ideals of these characters, and none of their perceptions matched up with either Dewi’s or Jared’s, yet they continued to scribble notes in their books - Éponine? Brujon? Little Brother #1 or Little Brother #2? -- and cross their sore fingers for the best.
With auditions going as badly as they were, the two men there to oversee them and judge were looking a tad…haggard. Jared had long ago taken up puffing away on his cigarettes indoors, even though there were strict rules not to smoke in the auditorium (the ash tray next to him was coming up to its eighth cigarette and from the look on the Native’s face, he was nowhere near done). Dewi, normally polished to perfection, had loosened his tie and his usually perfect hair was sticking every which direction, a symbol of his growing frustration. Each audition brought another cigarette to its butt, and another hair unkempt. The Welshman’s glasses were one audition away from sliding off of his nose.
The girl on stage finished her monologue - Juliet from Shakespeare, no less - and gave small bow before scurrying off stage like a frightened mouse. Neither judge bore a smile after the eighth audition, and their hands were sore from mustering up eight series of a dozen half-hearted claps.
Dewi sighed, and opened his mouth.
“Next, please!”
WHEN: October 13th, 5:00 PM
WHERE: Liberty Auditorium
WHAT: All students come prepared with any piece of music and any monologue to impress the judges and get a role in Les Misèrables that is more prestigious than "Brother #1".
NOTE: THIS THREAD WILL BE CLOSED ON FRIDAY. IF YOU DON'T POST BEFORE THEN, YOU LOSE YOUR CHANCE. THE RESULTS WILL BE POSTED FRIDAY.
Too flat.
Too emotional.
Not emotional enough.
Annoying.
Really annoying.
Terrible.
Really, really, terrible.
This was the lives of Dewi Ainsworth and Jared Montour. Where were the good auditions? The pitiful and wonderful Fantine, the misunderstood Éponine? Where was the perfect Jean Val Jean? The sweet and innocent Cosette? No one quite knew. The students had different ideals of these characters, and none of their perceptions matched up with either Dewi’s or Jared’s, yet they continued to scribble notes in their books - Éponine? Brujon? Little Brother #1 or Little Brother #2? -- and cross their sore fingers for the best.
With auditions going as badly as they were, the two men there to oversee them and judge were looking a tad…haggard. Jared had long ago taken up puffing away on his cigarettes indoors, even though there were strict rules not to smoke in the auditorium (the ash tray next to him was coming up to its eighth cigarette and from the look on the Native’s face, he was nowhere near done). Dewi, normally polished to perfection, had loosened his tie and his usually perfect hair was sticking every which direction, a symbol of his growing frustration. Each audition brought another cigarette to its butt, and another hair unkempt. The Welshman’s glasses were one audition away from sliding off of his nose.
The girl on stage finished her monologue - Juliet from Shakespeare, no less - and gave small bow before scurrying off stage like a frightened mouse. Neither judge bore a smile after the eighth audition, and their hands were sore from mustering up eight series of a dozen half-hearted claps.
Dewi sighed, and opened his mouth.
“Next, please!”