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ladysprite) wrote2001-11-26 10:22 pm
ladysprite) wrote2001-11-26 10:22 pm
Butterfly calzone
If you're going to have butterflies in your stomach, you might as well enjoy it. :)
Tonight was my first audition in more years than I care to think about. It wasn't for anything big - just a little dance/song/play thing that's going to be put on at an SCA event in a few months, but even the little things around here are big, if that makes any sense. And it's been *so* long that I forgot how nauseatingly addictive that precise blend of fear and anticipation and excitement and fun can be.
I'm fine about the dancing - as a matter of fact, that's why I went. The play is based around a couple of Greek myths, and there are a handful of 'chorus' parts that are dance-only. I figured I could more or less be certain of getting one of those, and there's a slightly more central part that's just talking and dancing a more complicated sword dance that I thought I might have a shot at - I'm one of the only people even vaguely familiar with the dance that's also willing to act.
But there's that little singing thing. I love to sing, which is why it scares me half to death. I've spent the past twenty years being told that I can't sing, that I shouldn't sing, that I'm a terrible singer, and it's only within the past year that I've gotten any input to the contrary. So it took all my chutzpah to stay in the room when they called everyone up one at a time to sing, and to walk up there and do it and not throw up or cry or run away and never come back. But I did it, and I didn't cry and I didn't die and I don't think I was even the worst one there.
And I think I have a part. The director asked me to stay after everyone else left, and read for one particular role again... not the role I was expecting, and not a singing role, but a bigger part than I ever expected to get. I don't want to leap to conclusions, but it would be marvelous if it happens.....
Tonight was my first audition in more years than I care to think about. It wasn't for anything big - just a little dance/song/play thing that's going to be put on at an SCA event in a few months, but even the little things around here are big, if that makes any sense. And it's been *so* long that I forgot how nauseatingly addictive that precise blend of fear and anticipation and excitement and fun can be.
I'm fine about the dancing - as a matter of fact, that's why I went. The play is based around a couple of Greek myths, and there are a handful of 'chorus' parts that are dance-only. I figured I could more or less be certain of getting one of those, and there's a slightly more central part that's just talking and dancing a more complicated sword dance that I thought I might have a shot at - I'm one of the only people even vaguely familiar with the dance that's also willing to act.
But there's that little singing thing. I love to sing, which is why it scares me half to death. I've spent the past twenty years being told that I can't sing, that I shouldn't sing, that I'm a terrible singer, and it's only within the past year that I've gotten any input to the contrary. So it took all my chutzpah to stay in the room when they called everyone up one at a time to sing, and to walk up there and do it and not throw up or cry or run away and never come back. But I did it, and I didn't cry and I didn't die and I don't think I was even the worst one there.
And I think I have a part. The director asked me to stay after everyone else left, and read for one particular role again... not the role I was expecting, and not a singing role, but a bigger part than I ever expected to get. I don't want to leap to conclusions, but it would be marvelous if it happens.....
Somoene told you that you can't sing??
*HUG*
-R
Re: Somoene told you that you can't sing??
*hug*
Re: Somoene told you that you can't sing??
Anyway, I just wanted to tell you how admirably brave I think you are. :) I have my fears and I don't face them half as well as you do yours.