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justSEVAN Sunday, February 18, 2007

XANADU!

So at the last minute last night I decided to go to the open call for the upcoming production of Xanadu, directed by Christopher Ashley.

Not one funny remark, please.

I figured it was time to get my feet wet and get used to the process so I can become numb to it and not be as nervous.

The morning started out swimmingly as I went to the the AEA building on 146 instead of the Chelsea Studios on 26. Yeah….

So my plan to get there by 9 was waylaid and I got there by 9:30. No problem, I thought, I can still wait in line.

Much to my surprise, there were 6 people in the room and I was the only non-member. I was in the right place though. So I signed in and sat down and waited for an empty slot thinking I don’t have to worry, I can do some work on my laptop and then go home and say I waited in line all day.

Imagine my surprise and abject fear when I was told to audition in the 10:30 slot. FUCK!!!!

I was not expecting to be seen at all. So I definitely got more nervous than I needed to. Only the casting assistant and the accompanist were in the room. I sang my song, and for the first time I was completely aware of what I was doing and what I did instead of leaving my body and not even realizing that I just auditioned.

Now for the bad part. And I should know better than this. But waiting till the night before to prep a song I never sang before or practiced was stupid stupid stupid. And while I did not suck, I know I did not do as well as I should and could have. I was phlegmy, which I can’t really control, but it did not help that I did not warm up. For some reason I went flat a couple of places, but I added in a run to try and cover that up. I started singing (Ribbon in the Sky, FYI) looking at the assistant and caught myself and looked away. And when I was done, he said, ” Very nice. Thank you very much.” And I was off.

So not the greatest audition, not the worst audition, but at least I got to audition and get it out of my system and get over whatever initial fears I may have had. There really is no diff between the auditions here and back home, so I worked myself up for nothing. And it was a good lesson to make sure I go in there with my A game. I have definitely been spoiled and I can’t go in there without knowing my shit considering the odds.

Now, I would love to work with the director as I have heard great things about him from several people, and while the show leaves something to be desired, I think it would be great fun to trudge through it. At least I know this is something that is doable and I just need to keep attending and getting better and more comfortable.

That’s all…

Oh except for the fact that it took me twice as long to get back home because I forgot about the subway schedule changes for the weekend and was surprised when I got off in the Bronx instead of Hamilton Heights. Um….yeah….first subway FUBAR since I got here. Not bad.

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Refugee. Immigrant. Polyglot. Wordsmith. Overwrought Playwright. Artist of Colour. Overly Educated. Underly paid. Challenging Dominant Culture Paradigms. Involuntary Nomad. Always Looking for ‘Home’. All Words My Own. All Thoughts My Own.  Smorgasbord of Logorrheic Madness.

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