Audition

So, I'm back with an amusing anecdote. I auditioned for a class the other day. It is a 4000 level Creative Collaboration class (which means that there will probably be a performance that is created during the class) and the theme is tent as a performing space / Midwestern gothic. I auditioned using a "sermon" that I wrote myself (I currently have tent revivals on the brain) that I affectionately call the "Goddess Sermon". When I was waiting outside the audition space an hour early (what else do I have to do?), another student handed me a blank sheet of paper and told me to fill it out. My first thought was, "What is this? A test?" I love the theatre department. The people ahead of me on the list didn't show up early, so I got to audition an hour earlier than I expected.

Anyway, so I put my name and my major and why I was auditioning and the classes that I've taken and then I got to the "Special Skills" part of the typical acting resume. So along the lines of the theme, I wrote that I can juggle scarves (it's true) and that I can sing (also true). And then I wrote that I play mandolin and piano . . .

It's like I had a moment of insanity. I hadn't picked up my mandolin in 3 or 4 months and it's been 8 years or more since I played piano seriously. So of course, after I do my monologue, the director says, "So, you play mandolin?" Panicked, I reply, "Just a little . . ." "And you play piano?" "Um, yeah?"

So after the audition I went home and I pulled out my mandolin and I played. I'm making an effort to find some time on the pianos in the theatre building. I don't want to be a liar.

Besides, I love playing music.

Sad, tired, and confused

I'm not posting right now because I am hurt. I don't think that I can both explain and be fair. I don't know how long it will take but I will me writing in my journal for awhile instead. I just don't really know what to do.

I will be reading though, and I'll come back and post when I have something else to talk about.

Although I have to say, shooting at sticks on the pond with my dad on Saturday did help quite a bit. He has now dubbed me "Angie Oakley".