Month: September 2002

The aforementioned post. Intended posting time: 9:35 PM, September 12th, 2002.

Good golly. I just got back from “Red, White, and Swing” callbacks. As in “five minutes ago” just got back. It extended almost to 9. When have callbacks ever taken that long at my school? It started at 6 (before, we had a JETS trip to Lowe’s to get supplies for our wall mural-y thing art project of doom for our NEW WORKSHOP, squee!), and I spent ages sitting on my rear, doing nothing. I wasn’t called for dance. I wasn’t called for voice (!), except after everyone was done, and they asked for everyone that hadn’t been called yet. Thank you, Mrs. Wetherington, for that vote of confidence. Then, an endless string of scene after scene, where I was again never called up. Until about 8:30, when I am called for the first time in this 3 hour mess, and Mr. Blaydes gives me “the monologue”. I rehearse for 15 minutes before he actually calls me up. I perform. Yay. I am confused, as this is a character that goes on to lead a dance number. I am not a dancer, regardless of whatever delusions of grandeur Mr. Blaydes and Mrs. Wortley have for me. I return to my seat, hopeful to get called up again in this dozen-strong clump of leftovers. Of course, Mr. Blaydes then dismisses us all. We can stay if we want to read for a role that we haven’t gotten to read yet. I want to read Jo to get the vision of “Priscilla as Wanda the Monologue Girl” out of Mr. Blaydes’ head, but I have an English paper to do/start, and it’s nearly 9. I start losing mental capacity at 10:30. Just dandy. What a callback! It sure beats last year, when Mr. Blaydes forgot to put my name on the callback list, and I had to attempt to meet with the three directors individually some time during my school day to sing and dance and read lines by myself, bouncing dialogue against imaginary actors.

I hope Dr. Moreland is sympathetic.

Have I updated my daily sketch? Gasp, inhale!

::squeeps:: Do mine eyes deceive me? Has Blogger’s preview function stopped being evil? Do we now have pre-formatted text again? Yeah, baby!

There was a time or two

When he had danced with me,

(Her skin was so soft)

He was gorgeous and young.

And I would melt in his arms,

We danced 5 hours or more

(But we would part at her door)

And we kissed with no tongue!

We’d made a promise to wait,

And it was gonna be great…

I don’t know how or why I have been so blessed, but I now have the script to Bat Boy. Ah, so that’s what happened!

This I find curious.

Out of respect for those that died in the events of September 11th, Cult of Lincoln will maintain a day of silence in their honor.

The US Postal Servie can officially bite me. I accepted their ridiculously high prices in order to get Brenna a package before her audition, and do they deliver it by the day it’s “guaranteed”? Nope. My mood can definitely qualify as ticked off right now.

::gaaaaasp::

Fairy Grandmother?

Two auditions down, two to go! Today, we trod the boards for “Red, White, and Swing”, Mr. Blaydes’ pet musical about teenagers during World War II. I arrived slightly nervous, as I wan’t familiar with the music. As I may have said previously, Mr. Blaydes wrote the script, then borrowed music from the period. I tried downloading some of the songs beforehand to practice, but it’s a lot more difficult when it’s a real song. It’s easy to find songs from musicals, because no one messes with them. With normal songs, however, everyone covers them until the point where not a note is the same as the original. Gravy. I briefly toyed with the idea of not singing one of the songs they gave us, but as I went through a mental checklist, I realized that I would need more practice before I jumped into a song I’d never sung alone. I contented myself with the knowledge that I could sing “Whatever Happened to Honor” in a pinch, as Mrs. Wetherington would probably be impressed that I’m writing a musical. Yay. Fortunately, I ran into Lexi, another theatre buff who I share a locker with in gym class. We sang through some of the songs together–mainly “Only Have Eyes”, as we were both trying out for Jo–and generally warmed up our voices.

Then the audition began, and we were sorted into three groups. I went to Acting. I was a bit annoyed inside when Mr. Blaydes had me read for Joan, as opposed to Jo. I think I did rather well. I then went to Dance, only to find that I was the only one there, so I went back to Acting to wait for my group. Apparently we were supposed to go to Singing next (despite Mr. Blaydes saying Dance), so I went to sing “Only Have Eyes”. Again, proud of my performance, considering the practice time invested. Then, Dance. Shockingly, I danced far less pathetically than I have in auditions past. Usually, I step all over my feet and knock into my neighbors, but I actually did decently this time. I remembered to do a lot of nifty arm movement, which makes you look like a better dancer than you really are. I messed up some of the choreography, but I caught up. All in all, probably the least demeted dance audition I’ve done. Go me!

Anyway, I’m pretty excited about the whole deal. When leaving, I saw Mr. Blaydes’ page of audition rating rubbish, full of actors’ names, the characters they read, and either a plus or a minus, with varying intensity. Next to “Priscilla — Joan” was the darkest mark on the page. I’m probably jumping to conclusions, but it seems like a good sign. Originally, this upset me slightly, because I really like the character Jo. But then I remembered that Joan has the most scenes in the musical–3, unlike the multitudes with one or two. In fact, she’s the only one with three scenes, with the exception of the obligatory chorus, making her the closest thing this show has to its nonexistent leading lady. I’m probably setting myself up for diappointment, but it’s still an intriguing idea. I’ll be crossing my fingers.

*grooves*

*rethinks*

*swing dances*