A New Brain is going so well. The cast is great. The director is amazing. The set is incredible. The people are SO effin nice. I just love these people. It is the first time in a long time that I am really going to miss going to rehearsal and being around these people. Not sure if this is a fluke or the norm up here, but bring it on. We open this Friday and run for three weeks.

In other news, I went to the Evita tour auditions yesterday. Was going to to try and hit those and the chorus call for Les Mis. I got up at 8, headed downtown to put my name on the lists (thank god men were singing in the afternoon), came back home and chilled. Turns out they decided not to see any non-eq at Les Mis. So I ended up at Evita. 2 pm start became 3:30 pm as the girls were finished up, and then they collected headshots from the guys for typing, there was a short lunch break, we were typed out (brutal, out of 20 in my group, I was one of 5 to be kept. Out of 120 total, 40 were kept). Went in and sang “Heaven on their Minds” – figured it was same composer, same emotions, and they are casting a JCS tour in two weeks so I wanted to plant a seed. I must have nailed it because when I was done Dave Clemmons said, “Now that’s how its done.” And I hear compliments from him are rare so I was very pleased. Choreographer asks about the languages I speak.

Then the strangest thing in an audition to ever happen to me happened. They had me turn around to talk to Jose the accompanist. For about 2 minutes I was left standing there while he and the choreographer talked. Midway through I heard Clemmons grumble about something, I was told to turn around, then told to turn back around by the choreographer. I was feeling VERY self-conscious to say the least. Could not really eavesdrop but I surmised that she wanted me to be called back and he didn’t? Then I thought, maybe he wants to save me for JCS? Or maybe he doesn’t want me at all, but then why the compliment?

So I finally get called over and the choreographer tells me to let my scruff grow out some more, to come in dressed dirtier and not to formal interview/typical audition attire (I wore black half boots, a green military style button-up, and grey pants). She wanted me to come in wearing, you know, cowboy boots, jeans jacket, dirty, hair messed up, more Motorcycle Diaries. Think Don Johnson (huh?). Automatically, I start thinking, I don’t own clothes like that!!!

They tell me to come back Thursday, I am given three songs to learn, they mention that I did the role before, I say, yes, but five years ago, chor. says it is amazing what muscle memory remembers, they say someone will call (no one has yet, and I keep thinking it was a sick cruel joke and no one is really going to call). And I leave.

I was a little in shock, a little confused, and a little trying not to over analyze what had just happened and what it meant (ha ha, right). I figure, if he indeed does not see me in the role, then I need to just go in there on Thursday and kill it and nail the job.