Alright, time for my audition story.
Walk up to evil woman at piano.
(background: she is the witchy choir director here. I dropped out of the high choir here after one semester. She had specifically chosen two pieces because she "finally had someone who could hit the optional low notes" that she felt were necessary. That would be me, by the way. So naturally she was rather upset at me dropping choir. In fact, she looked up my student I.D. number from the previous semester and added me to the class without my knowledge. Imagine my surprise when I received a mid-semester deficiancy report for a class I didn't think I was taking.)
Tell her I wish to sing "Boys and Girls Like You and Me"
She says, in her usual b-witchy disapproving tone, ""WHAT? I didn't think anyone was going to sing THAT. I don't even know what page it's on. And I'm not going to play it well."
I say, as sweetly as possible, "Oh, that's alright. I'm comfortable singing it a cappella."
She says, "Well I certainly am not going to let you do THAT. No, I'll play it and you'll deal with it, and I'll just follow you."
She then IMMEADIATELY begins playing the piece, skipping the introduction, I spin around to face the audience and have to start a couple words in. She keeps changing tempo and definitely NOT following me, which sounds horrible, so I make the mental switch and try to follow her. This works for awhile, until she completely fell apart. It sounded like a 5-year-old banging on keys for about 3 seconds. So, in my nervous state, I forget a few words, and then sang a note sharp. I said thank you, walked off stage, and promptly began hyperventillating. Thrilling experience.
The acting part went alright. The director gave us short clips of what a certain character would say, and then we performed them in gibberish to prove that we could use our voice and movement to embody the character without relying on words. So I had the step-mother first. He asked me to do it as a hungry dog, and then as a snake. (he's a fun director.) Then he had me read the Cinderella line as a bomb about to explode.
I'm not expecting to be called back. The only part in the show that I might conceivably be appropriate for my psycho-physical rhthym is a step-sister, which he didn't ask me to read for. *sigh*
But that's cool. I'm pretty sure I can make the chorus. Pretty dresses and waltzing! Woo-hoo!!!
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Magnetic Personality. Check it out!
