The following TRUE experience is going to be written in the form of a short story. Enjoy.
I felt the nerves building up in my stomach as I sat and waited in the line of chairs, my audition CD and form in hand. As soon as the current student finished, I would be next. I went over my monologue in my head, dearly hoping they wouldn’t cut me off like they did so many other students. Even though they did it because they were running low on time, I didn’t want them to cut me off since the best part of the monologue was the end. As I was about mid-way through reciting the monologue in my head, the door opened and the student walked out.
Here we go.
I walked up to the door and adjusted my shirt and fixed my hair the way I wanted it. I pushed open the door. I got this. It’ll be okay. I thought. I walk forward and turn to the right, facing the table, the creative directors of the musical sitting there.
The first thing I notice is the video camera. “Oh, a video camera. I feel special now.” I say like an idiot. The second thing I notice is that the table the directors are sitting at is COVERED with food. Donuts, chips, bread, you name it – it’s there!
I walk forward and hand the guy with the video camera my CD and give the directors my form.
“Ok, whenever you’re ready.” one of the three directors say.
The second one says as she’s getting up, “Hold one second.” She walks out the door and I hear her telling the other students to keep it down.
“So how are you?” The third director asks.
I think about it for a few seconds then I reply, “I’m not gonna lie, I’m pretty nervous.” The first director assures me not to worry, I’ll do fine.
As the second director walks back in and sits down, I nod to the guy with the CD player to start my song.
I start singing, pretty well might I add – considering I did no vocal warmups whatsoever, and I see the second and first directors writing something down on a piece of paper.
I’m visibly shaking, but they already know I’m nervous, so I don’t think much of it. My voice wavers on one note, but other than that the song was the best I’ve ever done.
I end the song and the first director tells me I can start the monologue whenever I’m ready.
I duck my head and try and get into character for my monologue from The Hunger Games book. I start up and they look either very intrigued or very bored. I decide I like the first option better. I finish and I think maybe I could’ve been a little slower on my monologue. Not that I was speed talking or anything, just slowing down might’ve been a little easier.
“Okay, you’re done.” One of the directors tells me. I walk out feeling relieved and somewhat proud of myself for getting through this nerve-wracking ordeal.
I can’t help but think that I nailed it.