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While this is probably a singularly ill-advised thing to do, I am changing my audition song at the last minute. I'm doing 16 bars of Hallelujah, and I don't know why, I just know that I am.

I mean, I'm auditioning for a deaf girl, what the hell?

on auditioning for a Fringe musical

That said, this has inspired an idea for a monologue to write (not to use for myself, just to like submit places I guess, since I generally try to avoid monologues about the business), about the whole post-audition wanting to vomit thing. For me, it's not a _nervous_ reaction, exactly. It's like some weird animal defense mechanism -- like squid or skunks or something. Sort of, "If I vomit on their shoes, perhaps they will become distracted, and then, if I lunge at their throat just right, I can take down my prey or at least get a gig on the National Geographic Channel."

Phone Post -- beating a monologue into submission

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Today has been interesting.

For those of you who haven't heard the audio posts (I assume that's all of you), I had an audition for a musical today. They asked me to come in to sing eventhough i wanted to play the deaf, non-singing girl in it. This wigged me out deeply, in part because the audition was at CAP21 and everyone was very clearly people who do the grind of musical theater auditions day in and day out.

Despite being nervous and icky, I manged not to be whiny about it, sang (despite wanting to run away) and basically talked them into letting me come back to do a monologue later.

Of course, I suck at monologues, and spent an hour at the office freaking out. But then I went back to the audition, and knocked the piece I do from Myth, Propaganda and Disaster out of the ballpark. I was happy with it, they were positive and as I was leaving, there were many "wows" exchanged between the auditors. I think i am entirely wrong for the part, and expect the entire matter to end here, but it was so nice to do that and do that well. Also, the audio posts are really funny if you're bored.

Then I came home to one of the things I dread most -- mail from the NYS tax authorities. I ripped open the corner... $62.50, yeah, that's cool, I can pay that, and then I opened the envelope and it was a check! When I paid my taxes I had overpaid them apparently, and while this isn't really a refund in that I still did owe for 2004, this is the first time the tax service has given me back money in years, and it felt/feels stupid amounts of good.

So while today has been a bit of icky adrenaline madness, life is pretty good.

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via rufus
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Note to self:

Just because something meshes with your personal (and dubious) obsessions, does _NOT_ mean you should audition for it.

Okay, now read that again.

Cool.