Oh, drama~
SO. I had my auditon for Guys & Dolls last night, which I thought went REALLY well; Wendy commented on how pretty my voice was and Dr Crawford asked me a couple of questions about my vocal training and overall they seemed really positive.
Then I get to the callbacks tonight (which took THREE HOURS WTF) and find out that they are considering four girls for Sarah, none of which are me. One of them keeps playing her like a raging bitch and one of them is just flat boring. Also? When they sang? One of them sang completely in the back of her throat, one was almost inaudible, one was breathy, and one was "sick oh I'm so sorry I can't go into my higher register normally I can but I'm sick."
They did let me (and like eight others) read the TWO LINES given to the character of "Mimi," who walks onstage, asks Adelaide if she's seen her earring, bitches out Nathan, and leaves. The end.
So when they finally DO call me up to the stage for more than .5 seconds, it's to sing the "doodle-oodle-ooo"s in the background of "A Bushel and a Peck" where there is no possible way my voice stood out at all from the other twenty girls singing it.
So then they get all the girls up onstage to dance. Glen's put together some kind of bizarre choreography to "Take Back Your Mink," which we learn, and I perform at my usual standard -- passable, not great, missed several steps.
At the end of the callbacks Wendy had all the girls line up on stage so she could match faces to names. Then she called about eight of us forward -- myself, Elisabeth, Miller, two of the Sarahs and two of the Adelaides... and obviously the eighth was not interesting enough to remember -- and then spent a couple of minutes talking in whispers to Glen and Dr Crawford (I hate when they do that, btw. It's nerve-wracking not knowing what they're talking about). Going by the fact that most of the rest of the people in that group are dancers who can sing, I'm guessing we're going to be the Hotbox dancers.
HOW AWESOMETASTIC IS THAT
I'M A SINGER AND AN ACTOR
WHO CAN KIND OF DANCE GIVEN VERY BASIC CHOREOGRAPHY AND A HELLUVA LOT OF REHEARSAL TIME
AND THEY'RE PROBABLY CASTING ME AS A DANCER
WOOOOOOOOOO
yeah fuck you Richland Theatre Department.
You cast me last year! You liked me fine last year when I had NO EXPERIENCE AT ALL. Now that I have some? And I'm actually good? You're basically telling me to go to hell. You wouldn't cast me in Rhinoceros. You wouldn't cast me in A Midsummer Night's Dream. I spend half my time there during the semester, I do all the work you ask of me, I make sure I'm not in the middle of any Drama, I make half the costumes for Midsummer after you refuse to cast me and receive no recognition for said contribution at all -- and now you give the role I wanted to some chick who works in the journalism department.
FUCK. YOU. UP THE ASS. WITH A STICK. I HOPE YOU DIE IN A FIRE.
Then I get to the callbacks tonight (which took THREE HOURS WTF) and find out that they are considering four girls for Sarah, none of which are me. One of them keeps playing her like a raging bitch and one of them is just flat boring. Also? When they sang? One of them sang completely in the back of her throat, one was almost inaudible, one was breathy, and one was "sick oh I'm so sorry I can't go into my higher register normally I can but I'm sick."
They did let me (and like eight others) read the TWO LINES given to the character of "Mimi," who walks onstage, asks Adelaide if she's seen her earring, bitches out Nathan, and leaves. The end.
So when they finally DO call me up to the stage for more than .5 seconds, it's to sing the "doodle-oodle-ooo"s in the background of "A Bushel and a Peck" where there is no possible way my voice stood out at all from the other twenty girls singing it.
So then they get all the girls up onstage to dance. Glen's put together some kind of bizarre choreography to "Take Back Your Mink," which we learn, and I perform at my usual standard -- passable, not great, missed several steps.
At the end of the callbacks Wendy had all the girls line up on stage so she could match faces to names. Then she called about eight of us forward -- myself, Elisabeth, Miller, two of the Sarahs and two of the Adelaides... and obviously the eighth was not interesting enough to remember -- and then spent a couple of minutes talking in whispers to Glen and Dr Crawford (I hate when they do that, btw. It's nerve-wracking not knowing what they're talking about). Going by the fact that most of the rest of the people in that group are dancers who can sing, I'm guessing we're going to be the Hotbox dancers.
HOW AWESOMETASTIC IS THAT
I'M A SINGER AND AN ACTOR
WHO CAN KIND OF DANCE GIVEN VERY BASIC CHOREOGRAPHY AND A HELLUVA LOT OF REHEARSAL TIME
AND THEY'RE PROBABLY CASTING ME AS A DANCER
WOOOOOOOOOO
yeah fuck you Richland Theatre Department.
You cast me last year! You liked me fine last year when I had NO EXPERIENCE AT ALL. Now that I have some? And I'm actually good? You're basically telling me to go to hell. You wouldn't cast me in Rhinoceros. You wouldn't cast me in A Midsummer Night's Dream. I spend half my time there during the semester, I do all the work you ask of me, I make sure I'm not in the middle of any Drama, I make half the costumes for Midsummer after you refuse to cast me and receive no recognition for said contribution at all -- and now you give the role I wanted to some chick who works in the journalism department.
FUCK. YOU. UP THE ASS. WITH A STICK. I HOPE YOU DIE IN A FIRE.