Up once again at 6:15am, which is the earliest I can recall actually hearing my alarm, which means I must have hit the snooze button twice in total unconsiousness.
Came very, VERY close to not going, since I was so exhausted from the day before, but I knew I'd regret it, so I dragged my butt out of bed and into the shower.
Got to the studio around 8, once again surprised there weren't more people there. Number nine on the sign-in sheet yet again. Booyah.
The auditioners arrive at 9, but they aren't honoring the unofficial sign-in sheet so we have to get signed in again. By then there are more people there so my number gets bumped from 9 to 21. Awesome.
Run into Lauren Lucksavage, fellow New Paltzer. Haven't seen her since sophmore year when she transfered to another school. She remarked that I am the first person from our class in New Paltz that she has seen out on an audition. Struck me as kind of odd, but I'm just getting back into auditioning after a long hiatus, so I'm not one to judge.
Sang "Stars and the Moon" and "Tell Me on a Sunday." Both sounded good but I still didn't have a clear enough focus during either song. I walked out and didn't really remember what i did, which is never a good sign.
I think it's because I'm so out of practice with musical auditions. I've been doing mainly film and some straight play stuff for the past year. It's easy for me to sleepwalk through a song because how it's SUPPOSED to sound is so finely mapped by notes and beats and so on. Whereas a monologue is just words on a page. Tone, rhythm and inflection all depend on what I'm doing with it. So singing a song is almost like going through my monologue ahead of time and deciding exactly how I'm going to say each word.
I think I just need to get back in the habit, like Sister Act Two. And I'm definitely going to keep my eye out for more cruise line auditions, because it sounds like a pretty sweet deal.
Next audition:
"The Importance of Being Earnest" by the Counting Squares Theatre.
Friday at 11:30am
I have an actual appointment for this one.
V. exciting.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Audition Log: 8/24/09
Open call for "In the Mood"
Got home from work last night at 12:30am, wide awake and still wired. But I poured myself a glass of wine and settled down to watch the new episode of True Blood in bed. (Okay, it was a rum and coke, but "glass of wine" make my impending alcoholism seem less serious)
Fell asleep somewhere past 2am, up at 6:15. Managed to get out of the house by 7:20 and was in the city by 8. Realized halfway between Queens and Manhattan that in my haste to curl my hair this morning, I forgot to brush my teeth.
Ew.
8:15 am I arrive at the studio and put my name on the unofficial sign-up sheet. I am number 9. Unfortunately, Ripley Grier does not open until 9am, so I sit on the floor outside the doors, do my make-up, and when the doors open I immediately buy gum.
Am the only girl who came already dressed in heels and a dress, rather than in sweats and flip-flops with a dress and heels in my bag, and thus feel like somewhat of a chode.
9:15am
Am surprised there aren't more girls here. Things are looking good.
9:30am
My friend Sarah arrives. Huzzah!
10:00am
Overhear some girls talking about a friend who is at another audition studio putting them on the list for Footloose. I didn't even know Footloose was having an audition today, and make a note to be more vigilant about finding out what auditions are happening when.
10:45am
Actually get to sing, which is a fine change from getting typed out or turned away. And we're doing BOTH songs. I am singing "With Every Breath I Take" from City of Angels, and "I Get a Kick Out of You" from Anything Goes.
With Every Breath went well. Intro was a little shaky, I haven't sung it with a piano for a while and the recording is a bit lower, so my first note was off but I fixed myself. "I Get a Kick" was fun, and they seemed to really like that one, but I didn't breathe right, and by the end of the first phrase I was about ready to pass out.
Other than that I think it went well. I was back on the train by 11:15am.
Next Audition:
Open Call for Gary Musick Productions
Casting Singers and Dancers for Celebrity Cruises, Norwegian Cruise Line and Oceana Cruises
Tomorrow, 9am
Shetler Studios
Balls to the wall.
Got home from work last night at 12:30am, wide awake and still wired. But I poured myself a glass of wine and settled down to watch the new episode of True Blood in bed. (Okay, it was a rum and coke, but "glass of wine" make my impending alcoholism seem less serious)
Fell asleep somewhere past 2am, up at 6:15. Managed to get out of the house by 7:20 and was in the city by 8. Realized halfway between Queens and Manhattan that in my haste to curl my hair this morning, I forgot to brush my teeth.
Ew.
8:15 am I arrive at the studio and put my name on the unofficial sign-up sheet. I am number 9. Unfortunately, Ripley Grier does not open until 9am, so I sit on the floor outside the doors, do my make-up, and when the doors open I immediately buy gum.
Am the only girl who came already dressed in heels and a dress, rather than in sweats and flip-flops with a dress and heels in my bag, and thus feel like somewhat of a chode.
9:15am
Am surprised there aren't more girls here. Things are looking good.
9:30am
My friend Sarah arrives. Huzzah!
10:00am
Overhear some girls talking about a friend who is at another audition studio putting them on the list for Footloose. I didn't even know Footloose was having an audition today, and make a note to be more vigilant about finding out what auditions are happening when.
10:45am
Actually get to sing, which is a fine change from getting typed out or turned away. And we're doing BOTH songs. I am singing "With Every Breath I Take" from City of Angels, and "I Get a Kick Out of You" from Anything Goes.
With Every Breath went well. Intro was a little shaky, I haven't sung it with a piano for a while and the recording is a bit lower, so my first note was off but I fixed myself. "I Get a Kick" was fun, and they seemed to really like that one, but I didn't breathe right, and by the end of the first phrase I was about ready to pass out.
Other than that I think it went well. I was back on the train by 11:15am.
Next Audition:
Open Call for Gary Musick Productions
Casting Singers and Dancers for Celebrity Cruises, Norwegian Cruise Line and Oceana Cruises
Tomorrow, 9am
Shetler Studios
Balls to the wall.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Random thought for the morning...
As much as I enjoy the band 3OH!3, I always feel like they're yelling at me.
And a little misogynistic.
And a little misogynistic.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The Countdown Begins...
I have three hundred and fifty-five days until I turn twenty-five. Therefore I have three hundred and fifty-five days to become successful, or get into one of the unions, or become incredibly famous. And if I don't, I move to LA, where I will spend all of my days away from everything that makes me feel comfortable.
I made an important stride in my career today.
My parents paid for my subscription to Backstage and Backstage.com as a graduation present two years ago. At the end of the year, it was automatically renewed. I didn't notice, since it wasn't my credit card statement. All I know is I kept getting the paper every week, so I didn't complain. They never said anything, so I just let it go.
This year my parents got a new credit card, and so on August 1st I received an email that the credit card number I had on file was no longer good and my subscription would not be renewed.
So now I am proud to say that I am officially paying for my own subscription to Backstage. Which I hope means that I will use it more.
It was a lovely gift from my parents who have always supported me in this crazy dream of mine, but after the first year I should have taken up the mantle myself. The more I allow things like that to happen, the more laxidasical my life will become.
Laxidasical is definitely the word I want to use there. But I have no idea how to spell it.
Lack-si-daiz-i-cal. You'll figure it out. You're smart peoples.
Now that I'm paying out of pocket for this subscription, I had better utilize it more fully than I have for the past two years. I just set up my whole online resume on the website so that I can submit for job postings directly, instead of having to attach my headshot and resume to an email, which is truly a pain in the ass.
Very excited about the next audition lined up on my calendar. It's an open call for "In The Mood" which is a tour of a 1930s-1940s musical review.
Several things are looking like they are in my favor:
Also, my new headshots were finally delivered. It's the same picture that's on my business card, but looking at them so much bigger makes a world of difference. This has got to be the most favorite picture of myself I have ever taken. I think I look beautiful. I literally stared at it for a good ten minutes when I took them out of the box yesterday.
God I'm hot.
I made an important stride in my career today.
My parents paid for my subscription to Backstage and Backstage.com as a graduation present two years ago. At the end of the year, it was automatically renewed. I didn't notice, since it wasn't my credit card statement. All I know is I kept getting the paper every week, so I didn't complain. They never said anything, so I just let it go.
This year my parents got a new credit card, and so on August 1st I received an email that the credit card number I had on file was no longer good and my subscription would not be renewed.
So now I am proud to say that I am officially paying for my own subscription to Backstage. Which I hope means that I will use it more.
It was a lovely gift from my parents who have always supported me in this crazy dream of mine, but after the first year I should have taken up the mantle myself. The more I allow things like that to happen, the more laxidasical my life will become.
Laxidasical is definitely the word I want to use there. But I have no idea how to spell it.
Lack-si-daiz-i-cal. You'll figure it out. You're smart peoples.
Now that I'm paying out of pocket for this subscription, I had better utilize it more fully than I have for the past two years. I just set up my whole online resume on the website so that I can submit for job postings directly, instead of having to attach my headshot and resume to an email, which is truly a pain in the ass.
Very excited about the next audition lined up on my calendar. It's an open call for "In The Mood" which is a tour of a 1930s-1940s musical review.
Several things are looking like they are in my favor:
- It is an open call, which means the sign up sheet is the sign up sheet, regardless of Union affiliations. Therefore, I have as much of a chance at being seen as any Equity girl (in theory)
- They only want altos, not sopranos, so that's a whole bunch of girls out already
- I have the perfect audition song, which my voice teacher gave me because he was "so excited to finally teach someone with a low enough voice to sing it."
- They want girls with a 1940s look, which I definitely have.
Also, my new headshots were finally delivered. It's the same picture that's on my business card, but looking at them so much bigger makes a world of difference. This has got to be the most favorite picture of myself I have ever taken. I think I look beautiful. I literally stared at it for a good ten minutes when I took them out of the box yesterday.
God I'm hot.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Audition Log: 8/13/09
"Hair" Equity Chorus Call.
Ah, now I remember why I stopped doing Equity calls.
My audition buddy Harmony was set to arrive at Chelsea studios at 7am to put our names on the list. Received a text from her at 8:53am: "Not doing list until 1pm and I can't put your name right after mine..."
Apparently a few weeks ago some girl showed up with a pre-made list of about 25 people that had been written the night before, so now they weren't allowing anyone to put any names down aside from there own. Why does there always have to be some bitch who ruins it for everyone?
So I got there around 11:30 and met Harmony. They started the sign-up sheet at 12:30 but it was a madhouse. We were numbers 49 and 50.
Messed around for a while, checked back at 3:30 and were told that they weren't going to see any Non-Equity because they're going to be having an open call in the next couple of weeks.
So I rode the loser train home and then fell asleep.
Next audition: Monday, August 24th. National Tour of "In The Mood," a 1940s musical revue. It's an Open Call, so hopefully I'll get seen.
Onward ho.
Ah, now I remember why I stopped doing Equity calls.
My audition buddy Harmony was set to arrive at Chelsea studios at 7am to put our names on the list. Received a text from her at 8:53am: "Not doing list until 1pm and I can't put your name right after mine..."
Apparently a few weeks ago some girl showed up with a pre-made list of about 25 people that had been written the night before, so now they weren't allowing anyone to put any names down aside from there own. Why does there always have to be some bitch who ruins it for everyone?
So I got there around 11:30 and met Harmony. They started the sign-up sheet at 12:30 but it was a madhouse. We were numbers 49 and 50.
Messed around for a while, checked back at 3:30 and were told that they weren't going to see any Non-Equity because they're going to be having an open call in the next couple of weeks.
So I rode the loser train home and then fell asleep.
Next audition: Monday, August 24th. National Tour of "In The Mood," a 1940s musical revue. It's an Open Call, so hopefully I'll get seen.
Onward ho.
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