big ass rock
Kent was a blast.
I wish I was still there.
The audition?
Yeah... let's not talk about that. I did Sylvia (Read the Odessey sometime...) from the play by the same name by A.R. Gurney and Helena, "How happy some o're other some can be" monologue from A Midsummer Nights Dream. I sang "Gorgeous" which wasn't quite fast enough, and "Home" which I sang well, but damned if I knew what to do with my body in space, thank you years of practicing ye olde park-and-bark technique. think I crashed harder than a 747 loaded with lead. I walked out of BO42 with this giant sinking feeling in my stomach, recalling the first time I auditioned for undergrad. How unprepared I was for it. How I had walked in there with a Pollyanna smile and a whole lot of hope. How little I really knew about any of it, how things worked, where the other kids were. How the professors on the committee smiled politely, dear God, I'm sure they were thinking, "not another one". I was such a fool. Or at least ignorant, which in some cases is just about the same thing.
I marched myself down to the girl's room, cried for three seconds, changed out of my dress (thank God I decided to wear it) into my civies, and walked out of the girl's room deturmined not to make the same mistakes next time. Perhaps I am a glutton for punishment, but despite the fact that, yeah, as a matter of fact, I'm still really trying to figure out just what I would do with an MFA in acting besides the obvious go-be-a-professor (which is, I'm sure what EVERYONE says), I need to do it. I need to exhaust all possibilities until there is no one out there who hasn't seen me and said "Eh, sorry, you're just not what we're looking for." There's this little fire burning, and it refuses to go out. What makes it so sure of itself? It's hot, it's bright, it's vibrant... it's tiny, but it's intense. I don't know what's fueling it.
I hope they'll take me next summer.
So that's it. I had my rather pathetic resume examined and revamped and I'll send a copy in with a nice letter asking them to please replace my origional with the new one that... uh... actually is a resume. I have a lot of work to do in the next couple of weeks.
I wish I was still there.
The audition?
Yeah... let's not talk about that. I did Sylvia (Read the Odessey sometime...) from the play by the same name by A.R. Gurney and Helena, "How happy some o're other some can be" monologue from A Midsummer Nights Dream. I sang "Gorgeous" which wasn't quite fast enough, and "Home" which I sang well, but damned if I knew what to do with my body in space, thank you years of practicing ye olde park-and-bark technique. think I crashed harder than a 747 loaded with lead. I walked out of BO42 with this giant sinking feeling in my stomach, recalling the first time I auditioned for undergrad. How unprepared I was for it. How I had walked in there with a Pollyanna smile and a whole lot of hope. How little I really knew about any of it, how things worked, where the other kids were. How the professors on the committee smiled politely, dear God, I'm sure they were thinking, "not another one". I was such a fool. Or at least ignorant, which in some cases is just about the same thing.
I marched myself down to the girl's room, cried for three seconds, changed out of my dress (thank God I decided to wear it) into my civies, and walked out of the girl's room deturmined not to make the same mistakes next time. Perhaps I am a glutton for punishment, but despite the fact that, yeah, as a matter of fact, I'm still really trying to figure out just what I would do with an MFA in acting besides the obvious go-be-a-professor (which is, I'm sure what EVERYONE says), I need to do it. I need to exhaust all possibilities until there is no one out there who hasn't seen me and said "Eh, sorry, you're just not what we're looking for." There's this little fire burning, and it refuses to go out. What makes it so sure of itself? It's hot, it's bright, it's vibrant... it's tiny, but it's intense. I don't know what's fueling it.
I hope they'll take me next summer.
So that's it. I had my rather pathetic resume examined and revamped and I'll send a copy in with a nice letter asking them to please replace my origional with the new one that... uh... actually is a resume. I have a lot of work to do in the next couple of weeks.