The Thriller Audition--Post #1

I'm auditioning for a show that's a thriller on Sat. The audition is on Sat, the show isn't. (My dangling modifiers won't let up in this blog apparently...) No, the show isn't The Thriller, it is a thriller. Still I thought it would be funny to show up dressed like a Thriller dancer, but maybe not as funny as I think. Thriller as in spooky shows are supposed to be, well,  spooky, mysterious, Hitchcokian. Would the director think I'm sick and twisted, which I may actually want, or just lame, which is like, dumb?

So I am deciding not to wear the red space suit with super big shoulder pads. I don't have one anyway. But I would like it on record that I created some humor in regards to this. Ok?

I found two monologue pieces that might work, though we are only expected to do cold readings for the audition on Saturday. But I emailed a few days ago about the audition and "Bill", the director, 'would love it' if I have something memorized. I'm nothing if not interested in looking like  The Actress Who is Willing to Follow Directions, so I am memorizing away. I wanted something spooky, but settled for something sad. I guess I could recite something from Poe. "The Raven"? Ah, this other will work. I hope.

Now that I think about it, maybe I need to find a spooky, mysterious, thrilling monologue. Or, you know, I can just dance around like a skeleton and sing, "Thriller. Thriller, yeah." Those are the lyrics, right?

Here is what I chose to do. Tell me what you think. Also, photo enclosed of the outfit I was going to wear except I don't have one. Tell me I'd look amazing in it, ok?

It doesn't bother me.  When she laughs like that.  She laughs at nothing or sometimes talks like in different languages that nobody can understand.  She doesn't mean to, I mean she doesn't do it on purpose. 
But Dad says she might always be like this.  But that I should remember that no matter what she does or says that deep down in my mama's heart, a part of her still loves me...  just like she always did.  Like she did before the accident. 
That the part of my mama that loves me will never change no matter what.  And I believe that, I mean, I want to believe that....I mean I don't think that Dad would lie to me. 
But still.... how can my mama still love me if she can't even remember my name.

From Constellations by David Moberg

Note to readers--if you have an amazing, spooky, creepy, SHORT monologue, let me know! Thanks time infinity.

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