Little Women Audition

I was having a hard time letting go of the magical time I had in Hairspray, so I thought I'd just go to another audition and be able to do it all over again. (This in and of itself was really stupid, I was soon to find out.)

I went to audition for "Little Women" at Orem's Scera Theater. Orem is about a 30-minute drive away on a ridiculously bizarre slash of freeway that seems to be perpetually torn up with construction. Hence, mistake #2 in this plan.

The Scera is a beautiful facility--a cozy indoor stage, two fine movie screens, an art gallery. It's posh. All around the first floor are couches and yummy chairs--it looks like the fancy lobby of a fancy hotel. For the "Little Women" audition, sitting on each of these couches and chairs were teenage girls--tall ones, short ones, fat ones, skinny. Most of them had impossibly long, shiny hair, slightly curled under at the ends. It was like I'd entered into an audition for a Pantene commercial.

Many of these possible Megs, Beths, and Amys seemed to know one another. With much squealing and hugging, these ladies sat close together on the comfy couches, arms entwined and eyes like daggers. Oh yes, these girls were all the best of mates, but once I heard them speak, it was clear what was really going on.

"Oh, what was YOUR last part? I had the lead in blah blah blah." "Oh, you were only in the ensemble? Well," (small knowing shake of the head) "I bet you did a great job."

 And on and on. It was like watching a nest of vipers wearing shiny wigs fight over the last piece of roadkill.

I went into the audition, which is always a little daunting. I handed the accompianist my sheet music ("I Don't Know How to Love Him" from Jesus Christ Superstar), and stood in the middle of what looked like the dance studio portion of the Scera. Mirrors to my back, director, music director, assistant director at the table in front of me. The deciders faced me as I sang.I wanted to sing "I Get a Kick Out of You" from "Anything Goes". Or anything by George Gershwin. I do better with the torch singer ballads. But, I sang and apparently did okay, because I got a call back.

I did, of course, mention I was the daughter of Bozo the Clown. Maybe that's why they called me back. I mean, what says Little Women more than a clown's daughter, right?

More about the call back on my next blog.

So, for now--keep playing!