Welp, it had to happen; I had to have one tough day for all the wonderful days I've been having...
And today was a tough day. For sure.
I started out working in the costume shop. Very exciting! But I got there ten minutes late. Big surprise, right? Ugh...
Everything was fine at first. I was ready to work as soon as I got there, but they really didn't have anything for me to work on. The Cutter/Draper didn't know anyone was coming in, so he didn't have anything ready for me. So, he gave me a skirt to put some hooks on the waistband and left to me to it. Later, they put some music on and it reminded me of working in the PCPA costume shop; I LOVE those girls (and Dave) who worked in the shop at PCPA, so hearing Queen and all the goodies music made me totally comfortable to be there and stitching and whatnot. So, I started humming, because that's what I do when I'm comfortable, or hearing music I know.
After about three songs of my humming along - emphasis on the humming; I was not singing or even opening my mouth for the sound to come out - the guy who is my superior stops what he's doing abruptly and looks at me and says, "Lizz."
With a ready attitude, "Yes? Oh, am I too loud?" knowing full well I was not too loud but hoping that he would say something completely different than...
"Uh, just a little," with a somewhat hidden attitude that I didn't at first catch.
"Okay, sorry." Silence!
More silence. From me, but not Pandora Radio.
And, I guess I was tired, but it started upsetting me. And I had to hold back sobs so no one could tell it hurt me.
People don't realize that the way an actor - or in my case at that particular time, singer - expresses his or her emotions is through their art, and when you squash that particular impulse, you squash their whole day, sometimes their whole being for that tiny instant and it stays with them forever.
Moving on.
I was done at noon and was supposed to meet Jimmy, a housemate, to work on some singing techniques in one of the practice rooms at MAB (the Mesa Arts Building). He didn't show up, but I had vaguely remembered he said he wasn't out of class until 12:50pm. Anyway, it didn't bother me or anything.
When we did finally get together, it was awesome! I've never been able to teach someone about the singing techniques Judith has taught me. I mean, every now and then I will "impose" a tiny tip or two to people who are willing to listen, but Jimmy was just ALL EARS and when I worked with him on a few breathing techniques and then alignment tips and then rooting and grounding, he felt the difference! And I heard the difference! He was so incredibly happy because I helped him sing a few notes higher than he normally can sing. But it was all him. He was just willing to listen and take the risk.
It was exciting. Helping someone.
Jessica and Jimmy both helped me pick an appropriate song for my Hänsel and Gretel audition too. I had been wanting to sing for them for awhile and being able to sing for people before an audition is important for me. Especially the kind of audition I've never before done - opera.
I rocked too. Then, we finished up and all went our separate ways.
When I went back after eating an early dinner, I remembered Clair de Lune (the UCI women's Chamber Choir) was holding auditions at the practice rooms, so I asked if I could do a walk-in audition and if it was okay to sing my opera piece. They were blown away! Then they had me do a few scales to see my range. At that moment it was Csharp3 to G6. WOOT! G6!!
Then they had me sight-read while they were also singing other parts and I got really confused. That was the worst I've ever done on sight-reading and I'm not bad, just not educated in it. But they still liked me and it gave me the confidence I needed for the Opera audition later that evening:
I had been emailing back and forth with the director of the UCI Opera's Production of Hänsel and Gretel since last night, when I heard that they were holding auditions. As it turns out, they already held auditions, and these were the callbacks for the Dew Fairy and Sandman because all other roles had been cast. So, I researched the Dew Fairy a little last night because I really liked her aria, more so than the Sandman, although her aria was also lovely.
I checked my email at the Library and found out he wanted me to SING the Dew Fairy Aria!! Ah, I didn't know it nearly well enough to sing it, especially for an audition! It was my worst audition in terms of preparation - having been only giving the libretto this afternoon! (Which, thank you God, he told the others in the room so they would be aware.) But I realized after the fact, that I kept apologizing for not being more prepared, even if I didn't say the actual words, "I'm sorry."
I sang 16 bars of "Quando Men Vo" from La Bohème and what little I could of the Dew Fairy Aria, for having learned it on my own, without an accompanist and PLUNKING out the notes, which I wasn't even sure if they were correct because I can read music! Apparently, they wanted more than 16 bars of "Quando..." but I'm so used to cutting up music for Music Theatre auditions. Well, that and that's as far in the aria that Judith and I got before I decided to work on Musical Theatre songs during my lessons. Silly now that I think of it. I have a classically trained voice, and no songs to sing.
So, I ended up singing only about the first page of the Dew Fairy Aria and had to stop and apologize because I didn't know the rest well enough to continue.
The director said I have an amazing voice and that if I ever consider changing my major to the Vocal Arts Major, they would be happy to have me. I didn't even know there was one. But I don't think I can do Music Theatre AND Vocal Arts. Why do they do that? It's lame. ... He never officially said "but," but I knew he was saying "Maybe next year," when he told me that in the program I would learn to (basically) be more prepared and know the material for which I was auditioning.
Unfortunately, that means I will never be able to hear "Quando Men Vo" the same. Not that it now has a negative effect on me; just that it will be different now.
I know, Judith, you are jumping up in terror that I wasn't prepared, but try to remember that I got the material this afternoon and still can't play the piano and did my best to learn it and sang the most beautiful audition/ vocal performance to date, regardless of how short it was.
Big Sigh... and another.
... Maybe one more.
Surprisingly, when I went to change immediately after my audition, I burst into tears because I could barely contain them.
Maybe I'm lonely and home-sick.
Or a person can only keep a calm and positive outlook for so long.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Homeward Bound!
Yay!!
I'm coming home this weekend to visit my family and friends and my dad hopefully on Saturday or Sunday and picking up some things forgotten and ¡mi carro!
So, if you are in SLO County and want to hang, tell me now, cause there will be SO MANY people who will want to hang out with me... hey, stop laughing; I have friends.
I auditioned for MT II (Music Theatre Workshop II), which you have to audition into and be in for one quarter before you can even think of auditioning for MT III. My audition sucked!! No, it truly stank! They were really gracious about it, but it was a little upsetting at first that I couldn't at least show them some of my best vocal work. I sang "Christmas Lullaby" from Songs For A New World because the song I had was too "classical" and needed to be more "Music Theatre." I signed up for 9am though. Therein lies the problem. I woke from my second snooze AT 9am and couldn't figure out how to get hold of the stage manager or whoever was holding the auditions. It didn't help that it was a Sunday, which meant that everything was closed, and NO bus shuttles to the other side of campus. So, I rode my bike across campus and tried to warm up my voice as best I could for having just woken up, not having eaten or had any water or liquids, and having to bike across campus on a single-speed bike simultaneously. Needless to say, I was a little impatient with myself and kind of freaking out.
When I got there, Dennis (Castellano, one of the MT instructors and the accompanist) was fine with putting me in the 9:30am slot, but I was still shaken up and my voice was still scratchy. Ugh. So, long story, short, my audition sucked, so I'm not surprised I didn't get into the class. BUT, big but! if I got into the class, I would have had to drop my Theatre and Dreams class which I think is sooo incredibly interesting and I'm finally actually finding out (a byproduct, of course) what kind of dreams I've been having the last 8 years of my life when I get really stressed. First I thought they were lucid dreams, but then when I tried to confirm what I thought lucid dreams were (basically I used my experiences) and come to find out I've been having hypnagogic dreams, which means my mind probably isn't able to produce the paralyzers that our brain usually posits when we are dreaming. In other words, when we dream, our brain posits certain hormones that paralyze us (if you're tossing and turning, you're not dreaming) and my brain, I guess, can't create that hormone when I am stressing out. Isn't that interesting?? So, anyway, I get to stay in that Theatre and Dreams class now and I'm super excited! And apparently it's not an easy class to get into because it's required and most people wait so long to take it; so I'm getting it "out of the way" now. And next quarter, I will try again for MTII, and this time use a better song. Maybe "This Place Is Mine;" that's got a really great money-note. (And maybe next quarter I will be in a few shows. Non-UCI Theatre since I wasn't cast in this 2010-2011 season.)
In the meantime, I have signed up for Drama 101A which is working in the Costume Shop! Woot! All Drama Majors are required 8 units total (four their first year) of crew/shop work; some kind of technical work on some show basically. Typically what happens is everyone waits in line and you hope that by time your part of the line gets to the sign up list, that there is still room for you.
Well, I was told if I could really sew then I could challenge the class by taking a "test" which consisted of sewing a few samples: 1" seam, 1/2" seam, concave/convex seams, corner seam, etc. and hand sewing a whopper and fasteners. So, I went in before the line started and apparently passed with flying colors cause Eric, one of the guys in charge of the shop, was like "Yeah, don't worry about waiting in line; you are an elite, so you don't need it. We need you in the shop."
Okay, cool.
So, I will be working in the Costume Shop Mondays and Wednesdays (except this next Monday, since I will still be in AG or on my way back to UCI in my carro) from 9am to noon. Yay! And the two shop heads were like, you'll work doing whatever we need and then you can probably help the 101A students with their projects. So, they really like me. :) Woot!
Tomorrow - today - I will be auditioning for two Graduate Workshops (Romeo and Juliet and somet else that I can't remember). I really wanted to seriously audition for Juliet, but I found out that rehearsals start on Friday, so I talked with the director and he said I could still audition but I definitely wouldn't be Juliet. So I might not audition after all for that one, just because there's a lot going on tomorrow.
I heard today about an audition for the UCI Opera which I would do almost anything to be a part of! Especially if I can't get into a UCI Drama Production. Ha! The opera this year is Hänsel and Gretel, and I will be auditioning for the Sandman or the Dew Fairy. I looked up their respective songs and I would really really like to be the Dew Fairy. You can hear what it sounds like on this youtube.com link. I don't know who this girl is, but she's got some serious talent.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQskxwcj7Hs
Now, I just have to figure out with what to audition, since I have been trained in opera but really have no opera songs in my repertoire. I'm hoping I only need about 16 bars. I will try to audition with "Quando me'n vo" from La Bohème, but it's been so long since Judith and I have worked on it that I only really know the tune. But singing "ah" is better than nothing, right? I hope I do well, even if I'm not cast. I want them to say, "Oh, I didn't know we have her. Let's use her soon."
That's all for now. See you soon, AGers.
I'm coming home this weekend to visit my family and friends and my dad hopefully on Saturday or Sunday and picking up some things forgotten and ¡mi carro!
So, if you are in SLO County and want to hang, tell me now, cause there will be SO MANY people who will want to hang out with me... hey, stop laughing; I have friends.
I auditioned for MT II (Music Theatre Workshop II), which you have to audition into and be in for one quarter before you can even think of auditioning for MT III. My audition sucked!! No, it truly stank! They were really gracious about it, but it was a little upsetting at first that I couldn't at least show them some of my best vocal work. I sang "Christmas Lullaby" from Songs For A New World because the song I had was too "classical" and needed to be more "Music Theatre." I signed up for 9am though. Therein lies the problem. I woke from my second snooze AT 9am and couldn't figure out how to get hold of the stage manager or whoever was holding the auditions. It didn't help that it was a Sunday, which meant that everything was closed, and NO bus shuttles to the other side of campus. So, I rode my bike across campus and tried to warm up my voice as best I could for having just woken up, not having eaten or had any water or liquids, and having to bike across campus on a single-speed bike simultaneously. Needless to say, I was a little impatient with myself and kind of freaking out.
When I got there, Dennis (Castellano, one of the MT instructors and the accompanist) was fine with putting me in the 9:30am slot, but I was still shaken up and my voice was still scratchy. Ugh. So, long story, short, my audition sucked, so I'm not surprised I didn't get into the class. BUT, big but! if I got into the class, I would have had to drop my Theatre and Dreams class which I think is sooo incredibly interesting and I'm finally actually finding out (a byproduct, of course) what kind of dreams I've been having the last 8 years of my life when I get really stressed. First I thought they were lucid dreams, but then when I tried to confirm what I thought lucid dreams were (basically I used my experiences) and come to find out I've been having hypnagogic dreams, which means my mind probably isn't able to produce the paralyzers that our brain usually posits when we are dreaming. In other words, when we dream, our brain posits certain hormones that paralyze us (if you're tossing and turning, you're not dreaming) and my brain, I guess, can't create that hormone when I am stressing out. Isn't that interesting?? So, anyway, I get to stay in that Theatre and Dreams class now and I'm super excited! And apparently it's not an easy class to get into because it's required and most people wait so long to take it; so I'm getting it "out of the way" now. And next quarter, I will try again for MTII, and this time use a better song. Maybe "This Place Is Mine;" that's got a really great money-note. (And maybe next quarter I will be in a few shows. Non-UCI Theatre since I wasn't cast in this 2010-2011 season.)
In the meantime, I have signed up for Drama 101A which is working in the Costume Shop! Woot! All Drama Majors are required 8 units total (four their first year) of crew/shop work; some kind of technical work on some show basically. Typically what happens is everyone waits in line and you hope that by time your part of the line gets to the sign up list, that there is still room for you.
Well, I was told if I could really sew then I could challenge the class by taking a "test" which consisted of sewing a few samples: 1" seam, 1/2" seam, concave/convex seams, corner seam, etc. and hand sewing a whopper and fasteners. So, I went in before the line started and apparently passed with flying colors cause Eric, one of the guys in charge of the shop, was like "Yeah, don't worry about waiting in line; you are an elite, so you don't need it. We need you in the shop."
Okay, cool.
So, I will be working in the Costume Shop Mondays and Wednesdays (except this next Monday, since I will still be in AG or on my way back to UCI in my carro) from 9am to noon. Yay! And the two shop heads were like, you'll work doing whatever we need and then you can probably help the 101A students with their projects. So, they really like me. :) Woot!
Tomorrow - today - I will be auditioning for two Graduate Workshops (Romeo and Juliet and somet else that I can't remember). I really wanted to seriously audition for Juliet, but I found out that rehearsals start on Friday, so I talked with the director and he said I could still audition but I definitely wouldn't be Juliet. So I might not audition after all for that one, just because there's a lot going on tomorrow.
I heard today about an audition for the UCI Opera which I would do almost anything to be a part of! Especially if I can't get into a UCI Drama Production. Ha! The opera this year is Hänsel and Gretel, and I will be auditioning for the Sandman or the Dew Fairy. I looked up their respective songs and I would really really like to be the Dew Fairy. You can hear what it sounds like on this youtube.com link. I don't know who this girl is, but she's got some serious talent.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQskxwcj7Hs
Now, I just have to figure out with what to audition, since I have been trained in opera but really have no opera songs in my repertoire. I'm hoping I only need about 16 bars. I will try to audition with "Quando me'n vo" from La Bohème, but it's been so long since Judith and I have worked on it that I only really know the tune. But singing "ah" is better than nothing, right? I hope I do well, even if I'm not cast. I want them to say, "Oh, I didn't know we have her. Let's use her soon."
That's all for now. See you soon, AGers.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Houston, we now have Ethernet! ... Woooot!
I finally got an Ethernet cable! Yay! I think it's like 25 feet too! Wow!
So, today I was going to take the bus/ bike to Costco and a Salvation Army just down the street from it, and Target and Walmart to look for a multi-speed beach cruiser (why? read the previous blog posting), but I decided to call first just to make sure. Good idea, right? RIGHT! Because Costco doesn't answer unless it's for eyes, ears, prescriptions, food court, etc. Lame... Target had none in stock. And Walmart... ? Walmart is just in a league of its own.
I call Walmart, and the sweet, soft-spoken receptionist asks how she can help me. I ask who to talk to about a multi-speed beach cruiser. "Okay, hold on; I'll transfer you." Oh it's sooo nice when people tell you they are going to transfer you instead of simply cutting you off and you hear nothing but empty silence until finally someone picks up. Well, the phone kept ringing, and ringing, and ringing until the same girl picks up asking how she can help me. Uh, "I'd like to know if you carry multi-speed beach cruisers." "Oh, they didn't pick up? Okay, let me transfer you again and I'll page them." Okay... well, this happened twice, until finally someone picked up at what assume is the bike/sports department. "Oh, they're with a customer." "Okay, well, what do you suggest I do then? (Because I'M a customer too.)" [I didn't say what's in the parentheses, but I wanted to.] "I think Albert is available." "(Well, why didn't you just say that! Have him talk to me! Or better yet, why don't you talk to me??) Okay, well, can I speak with him please?" Click.
Uh...Silence. Four minutes pass. ... "Hi. alkjadsb balh abjdflkj." "I'm sorry, what?" "Blah bgkl mumble ag ldknad?" "(Whatever.) Can you tell me if you carry multi-speed beach cruisers?" "Oh, let me go look." Click.
For the love of ... gaa! What the WHAT!!
Silence...
Another five minutes pass. ... Silence.
I hang up. Call again.
No answer. Call again. No answer. Call one more time. "(Really? Is this how you want to play?)"
Wait a few minutes. Kvetch to some housemates. Call again.
A new woman picks up.
"Hello. Blahs anbl;kj mumble mumble." "I'm sorry WHAT?" "BLah ablkjdf mumble."
"(Okay, I'm done.) Hi. I've called a few times now, and various people in your department have put me on hold and never come back at least 5 times now. Can you please just tell me if you carry beach cruisers? That's all I'd like to know."
"Oh, let me go check."
AHHHHHHHHH! Walmart, I HATE YOU WITH A PASSION! MAY YOU NEVER PROSPER! MAY THE SPAWN OF YOUR COMPANY FAIL AND WHITHER TO PIECES AND MAY NO ONE EVER HOP THERE AGAIN!
Okay, I didn't say that, or even think that then, but now maybe.
"Okay, thank you." Click. "(Grrr....)"
Two minutes later...
"We do have beach cruisers. They are $90" (That means they are single speed but I ask anyway.)
"Do you know if they are multi-speed?"
"No, the guy who went to look didn't tell me. I can have him go - "
"No, thank you. It's fine. Bye." CLICK! (My turn this time! Ha!)
Sheesh! She had someone else go look. Why is it sooo hard, for any of them, to look at a row of bikes and tell a phone customer whether or not they have ONE kind of bike? It's a bike! Not a newborn child in the hospital waiting for its parents! A bike!
Needless to say, I did not go to Walmart or even Target or Costco. Today is the hottest day of the week, someone said. It was 100 degrees yesterday. I don't even want to know how hot it is today.
So, I went to the Student Bookstore and got an Ethernet cable instead. Then to the Student Health Center to pick up the last of my prescriptions that they had to order (because they don't keep Relefin in their building) but they couldn't find it. They tried to have me pay for it a second time and I was like, "Uh, no... I was already billed for it. I will be paying it in two minutes across the way; so I haven't physically paid for it yet, but I have already been billed. Did someone else pick it up?" "It says you already picked it up."
Big sigh. It got worked out, but I'm either being tested, with all this bike/phone/Rx/internet crap that's going on, or somebody down there really hates me. I can't imagine why. ;-)
But, hey! I now have internet! Worry-free! Or it better be!
Now all I need to do is find out what my mailbox # is and where it is so I can finish my Post Card Project! More details on that later.
... Oh, that and find out how to get a laundry card so I can do my laundry!! Eew! Smelly socks and chonies!
So, today I was going to take the bus/ bike to Costco and a Salvation Army just down the street from it, and Target and Walmart to look for a multi-speed beach cruiser (why? read the previous blog posting), but I decided to call first just to make sure. Good idea, right? RIGHT! Because Costco doesn't answer unless it's for eyes, ears, prescriptions, food court, etc. Lame... Target had none in stock. And Walmart... ? Walmart is just in a league of its own.
I call Walmart, and the sweet, soft-spoken receptionist asks how she can help me. I ask who to talk to about a multi-speed beach cruiser. "Okay, hold on; I'll transfer you." Oh it's sooo nice when people tell you they are going to transfer you instead of simply cutting you off and you hear nothing but empty silence until finally someone picks up. Well, the phone kept ringing, and ringing, and ringing until the same girl picks up asking how she can help me. Uh, "I'd like to know if you carry multi-speed beach cruisers." "Oh, they didn't pick up? Okay, let me transfer you again and I'll page them." Okay... well, this happened twice, until finally someone picked up at what assume is the bike/sports department. "Oh, they're with a customer." "Okay, well, what do you suggest I do then? (Because I'M a customer too.)" [I didn't say what's in the parentheses, but I wanted to.] "I think Albert is available." "(Well, why didn't you just say that! Have him talk to me! Or better yet, why don't you talk to me??) Okay, well, can I speak with him please?" Click.
Uh...Silence. Four minutes pass. ... "Hi. alkjadsb balh abjdflkj." "I'm sorry, what?" "Blah bgkl mumble ag ldknad?" "(Whatever.) Can you tell me if you carry multi-speed beach cruisers?" "Oh, let me go look." Click.
For the love of ... gaa! What the WHAT!!
Silence...
Another five minutes pass. ... Silence.
I hang up. Call again.
No answer. Call again. No answer. Call one more time. "(Really? Is this how you want to play?)"
Wait a few minutes. Kvetch to some housemates. Call again.
A new woman picks up.
"Hello. Blahs anbl;kj mumble mumble." "I'm sorry WHAT?" "BLah ablkjdf mumble."
"(Okay, I'm done.) Hi. I've called a few times now, and various people in your department have put me on hold and never come back at least 5 times now. Can you please just tell me if you carry beach cruisers? That's all I'd like to know."
"Oh, let me go check."
AHHHHHHHHH! Walmart, I HATE YOU WITH A PASSION! MAY YOU NEVER PROSPER! MAY THE SPAWN OF YOUR COMPANY FAIL AND WHITHER TO PIECES AND MAY NO ONE EVER HOP THERE AGAIN!
Okay, I didn't say that, or even think that then, but now maybe.
"Okay, thank you." Click. "(Grrr....)"
Two minutes later...
"We do have beach cruisers. They are $90" (That means they are single speed but I ask anyway.)
"Do you know if they are multi-speed?"
"No, the guy who went to look didn't tell me. I can have him go - "
"No, thank you. It's fine. Bye." CLICK! (My turn this time! Ha!)
Sheesh! She had someone else go look. Why is it sooo hard, for any of them, to look at a row of bikes and tell a phone customer whether or not they have ONE kind of bike? It's a bike! Not a newborn child in the hospital waiting for its parents! A bike!
Needless to say, I did not go to Walmart or even Target or Costco. Today is the hottest day of the week, someone said. It was 100 degrees yesterday. I don't even want to know how hot it is today.
So, I went to the Student Bookstore and got an Ethernet cable instead. Then to the Student Health Center to pick up the last of my prescriptions that they had to order (because they don't keep Relefin in their building) but they couldn't find it. They tried to have me pay for it a second time and I was like, "Uh, no... I was already billed for it. I will be paying it in two minutes across the way; so I haven't physically paid for it yet, but I have already been billed. Did someone else pick it up?" "It says you already picked it up."
Big sigh. It got worked out, but I'm either being tested, with all this bike/phone/Rx/internet crap that's going on, or somebody down there really hates me. I can't imagine why. ;-)
But, hey! I now have internet! Worry-free! Or it better be!
Now all I need to do is find out what my mailbox # is and where it is so I can finish my Post Card Project! More details on that later.
... Oh, that and find out how to get a laundry card so I can do my laundry!! Eew! Smelly socks and chonies!
Saturday, September 25, 2010
... and there was much rejoicing... yay. :(
So, I got my new bike two nights ago... yay?...
I've been corresponding with this guy from Craigslist.com about the perfect bike for a few days now. It's a pink beach cruiser with a bell and a basket! Adorable, right?
Wrong... I was bewitched by the pink siren-call of it's lovely pinging bell and the fact that it works at all!
I've been using a transitional, blue kids beach cruiser that has no air in the tires, and whose seat can't extend high enough to sustain my "long" - ha - legs. Oh, did I mention, the left peddle fell off yesterday afternoon on my way to the theatre? Yeah, and I had no idea that on most bikes, the opposite peddle is threaded the opposite direction. So, actually, "righty tighty, lefty loosey" doesn't apply for the left peddle of a bike! So... I stripped the peddles threads. Damn. Unfixable, probably... unusable, definitely!
That happened and then this guy said he could meet me at UCI with the bike on his way home from work - I think he's a nurse or a doctor or somet (aka "something") - but when I saw this bike, and it was tall enough for me, and it was pink enough for me, and it had a basket AND a bell! I fell in love! And it was like what always happens when I compromise, the $120 just flew out of my wallet and into his pocket!
So, now, problems with the bike:
1) It's so freakin' HUGE!! I should have picked it up to measure the weight of the beast! I could barely pick it up to put in on the night-bus that night. (Well, that and I was trying to lug TWO bikes all the way across campus! By myself. Dumb.) The night bus has a prong-type bike rack, - an old school bus - different from the more contemporary city buses.
2) It's only a single speed. I wanted a multi-speed and I compromised. Single speed makes it difficult to go up those even tiny hills. And I will be riding it a lot, enough to get my exercise without making it harder on myself with single-speed!
3) This is the big one; the BIG problem. I was doing fine all week; scarily fine, with auditions, with callbacks, with classes starting and all, a new roommate, new living conditions. I should have been terrified this week, and I wasn't! A'toll! (aka "at all") But there I was, yesterday afternoon, attempting to put my new pink beach cruiser on the AV (Arroyo Vista) shuttle bus... and it doesn't fit! It's too big! Too long! The back tire barely fit in the slot, but the front tire was about 3-4 inches from where it needed to be to be properly secured!
So, the bus driver said I could put it into the bus itself, but there were so many people in there that I wouldn't have been able to fit, with my honkin' new bike. There was a guy waiting for the next bus, though, that said he will be driving the next AV bus, so to wait and he will let me on with the bike first, then I can take it to the back of the bus and be out of the way. Okay, so I waited. I was fine. Disappointed that my brand new bike wouldn't fit, but still not upset.
The next AV bus comes and stops way far ahead of where I'm waiting... I HATE it when they do that; it's like they are doing an experiment to see what raging piranha we will turn into in trying to mount the bus. jerks. So, as soon as the bus passes me, I see this swarm of human piranha book it for the bus, about 5 yards from me. They wouldn't let me through, so I went into the street and around the bus that way. By time I got to the front, the driver I had talked with was waiting for me and said there was no more room.
... Wha!! What the what!!!!! That's when I lost it. Well, as the bus was driving away, I started to tear up. All the things started to flow through my mind.
"You compromised! You got a single-speed when you specifically said you wanted a multi-speed!"
"You didn't pick it up! It's too heavy for you!"
"It doesn't even fit on the bike rack!"
"There's no room in the inn!"
"And you paid a full $120 for this giant, heavy, PINK mistake!"
That was not fun. I think it was like the rest of the stress of the week had finally broken through. I really felt surprisingly calm all week, in the midst of sooo many things going wrong, or my being late, or whatever, but this incident with the bike was like, "You can't do anything right, can you, Lizz?"
So, I waited for the next bus. What else could I do? It was the middle of the afternoon, uber hot outside, scorching sun, and me without the energy to ride all the way across campus on my new mistake.
Where I was standing should have been where the next bus stopped, but there was a Ride-A-Long type bus in the middle of the bus stopping area, so the bus decided to stop behind it instead of in front of it. Where I wasn't, basically... story of my entire life. So, I ran up to it with my heavy bike, stopped it in front of the bus, pushed my way through the crowd and begged the driver to let me on with my bike because I've been the first one here waiting for a bus since two buses ago and it doesn't fit on the rack. He said yes, so I hurriedly got my bike and pushed through as nicely as I could, which felt incredibly rude, but at that point I probably would have drowned them with my tears before letting anyone on the bus before me.
I got in just in time, because there was literally only room for me left. That is, without the bike, so trying to also fit the bike was murder. He could barely close the doors without me squishing at least two people. Big sigh, but fewer tears.
The ARC was the first stop, and my stop, thank goodness. So, I got off with my bike and a million other students upset with me that I squished them. And I as I was walking away from the bus, a guy with a bike he had just got from the bus's bike rack mentioned, "You know there's a bike rack, right?"
I told him it didn't fit.
"A bike bigger than mine! Wow." He was a pretty big guy, too. Not round, but really tall. So, I knew what he meant when he said that.
And we started talking just a bit as we walked up the path to AV and the crossing for what I think is Vista Del Campo. It was a sweet meet cute. I said somet about having more hope in our generation than I should have - what with no one letting me onto the bus twice because they ALL wanted to secure a spot for themselves - and he said somet strange as we parted. I started to walk away and he said, "Nice talking with you," and I said, "Nice to meet you... Wait, I didn't actually meet you. I'm Lizz." "Jack." Firm handshake. "Nice use of words." "Bye."
What? "Nice use of words?" What does that even mean?
Oh well. Maybe he was nervous. Because I'm a girl and soo incredibly fascinating and intriguing... HEY! Stop laughing. I could be those things. :)
Anyway, regardless of why he said what he said, or the fact that I had to go through the depths of bike-bus hell to meet him, he was sweet and charming, and I may never meet him again, but he made that part of my day that much better. I probably would have been stewing until I got to my house and bawled my eyes out in my empty room (Joyce went home for the weekend).
I think it's interesting though, on that "meeting new people" note: Well, firstly, I'm proud to say that I appear to be approachable! I love it when people come up to me and ask for directions. It means I look like I know what I'm doing and where I'm going, but also that I'm not so arrogant that they feel uncomfortable to ask for help from me.
I've had four or five people in the last week ask me how to get somewhere. They are usually shy-type girls.
But also, it would appear that the only people who are introducing themselves to me (with the exception of the InterVarsity girls and people at info booths for clubs) are guys! What? That's weird and I am not used to that. I think I've met about 6 guys already. I only really remember two because they had to do with the bike situation and they were the most recent, but why are only guys introducing themselves? I need girlfriends. Oh well.
Bye for now. Gotta go study up for Edward II callbacks! Woot! I mean, "Zot!" I mean... I don't care.
I got called back for Isabella and the King's Neice for Edward II, which is apparently a big deal.
And I have to find a new phone because the inside to my EnV3 died or something cause it only shows blackness! And I need a new bike, but there's NOTHING in Irvine! All the Targets and Walmarts and Costcos are in other towns, too far for me to bike without knowing I will get terribly lost.
Going now. Maybe to Albertson's to get bagels, lox, and cream cheese. That sounds good. Food...
I've been corresponding with this guy from Craigslist.com about the perfect bike for a few days now. It's a pink beach cruiser with a bell and a basket! Adorable, right?
Wrong... I was bewitched by the pink siren-call of it's lovely pinging bell and the fact that it works at all!
I've been using a transitional, blue kids beach cruiser that has no air in the tires, and whose seat can't extend high enough to sustain my "long" - ha - legs. Oh, did I mention, the left peddle fell off yesterday afternoon on my way to the theatre? Yeah, and I had no idea that on most bikes, the opposite peddle is threaded the opposite direction. So, actually, "righty tighty, lefty loosey" doesn't apply for the left peddle of a bike! So... I stripped the peddles threads. Damn. Unfixable, probably... unusable, definitely!
That happened and then this guy said he could meet me at UCI with the bike on his way home from work - I think he's a nurse or a doctor or somet (aka "something") - but when I saw this bike, and it was tall enough for me, and it was pink enough for me, and it had a basket AND a bell! I fell in love! And it was like what always happens when I compromise, the $120 just flew out of my wallet and into his pocket!
So, now, problems with the bike:
1) It's so freakin' HUGE!! I should have picked it up to measure the weight of the beast! I could barely pick it up to put in on the night-bus that night. (Well, that and I was trying to lug TWO bikes all the way across campus! By myself. Dumb.) The night bus has a prong-type bike rack, - an old school bus - different from the more contemporary city buses.
2) It's only a single speed. I wanted a multi-speed and I compromised. Single speed makes it difficult to go up those even tiny hills. And I will be riding it a lot, enough to get my exercise without making it harder on myself with single-speed!
3) This is the big one; the BIG problem. I was doing fine all week; scarily fine, with auditions, with callbacks, with classes starting and all, a new roommate, new living conditions. I should have been terrified this week, and I wasn't! A'toll! (aka "at all") But there I was, yesterday afternoon, attempting to put my new pink beach cruiser on the AV (Arroyo Vista) shuttle bus... and it doesn't fit! It's too big! Too long! The back tire barely fit in the slot, but the front tire was about 3-4 inches from where it needed to be to be properly secured!
So, the bus driver said I could put it into the bus itself, but there were so many people in there that I wouldn't have been able to fit, with my honkin' new bike. There was a guy waiting for the next bus, though, that said he will be driving the next AV bus, so to wait and he will let me on with the bike first, then I can take it to the back of the bus and be out of the way. Okay, so I waited. I was fine. Disappointed that my brand new bike wouldn't fit, but still not upset.
The next AV bus comes and stops way far ahead of where I'm waiting... I HATE it when they do that; it's like they are doing an experiment to see what raging piranha we will turn into in trying to mount the bus. jerks. So, as soon as the bus passes me, I see this swarm of human piranha book it for the bus, about 5 yards from me. They wouldn't let me through, so I went into the street and around the bus that way. By time I got to the front, the driver I had talked with was waiting for me and said there was no more room.
... Wha!! What the what!!!!! That's when I lost it. Well, as the bus was driving away, I started to tear up. All the things started to flow through my mind.
"You compromised! You got a single-speed when you specifically said you wanted a multi-speed!"
"You didn't pick it up! It's too heavy for you!"
"It doesn't even fit on the bike rack!"
"There's no room in the inn!"
"And you paid a full $120 for this giant, heavy, PINK mistake!"
That was not fun. I think it was like the rest of the stress of the week had finally broken through. I really felt surprisingly calm all week, in the midst of sooo many things going wrong, or my being late, or whatever, but this incident with the bike was like, "You can't do anything right, can you, Lizz?"
So, I waited for the next bus. What else could I do? It was the middle of the afternoon, uber hot outside, scorching sun, and me without the energy to ride all the way across campus on my new mistake.
Where I was standing should have been where the next bus stopped, but there was a Ride-A-Long type bus in the middle of the bus stopping area, so the bus decided to stop behind it instead of in front of it. Where I wasn't, basically... story of my entire life. So, I ran up to it with my heavy bike, stopped it in front of the bus, pushed my way through the crowd and begged the driver to let me on with my bike because I've been the first one here waiting for a bus since two buses ago and it doesn't fit on the rack. He said yes, so I hurriedly got my bike and pushed through as nicely as I could, which felt incredibly rude, but at that point I probably would have drowned them with my tears before letting anyone on the bus before me.
I got in just in time, because there was literally only room for me left. That is, without the bike, so trying to also fit the bike was murder. He could barely close the doors without me squishing at least two people. Big sigh, but fewer tears.
The ARC was the first stop, and my stop, thank goodness. So, I got off with my bike and a million other students upset with me that I squished them. And I as I was walking away from the bus, a guy with a bike he had just got from the bus's bike rack mentioned, "You know there's a bike rack, right?"
I told him it didn't fit.
"A bike bigger than mine! Wow." He was a pretty big guy, too. Not round, but really tall. So, I knew what he meant when he said that.
And we started talking just a bit as we walked up the path to AV and the crossing for what I think is Vista Del Campo. It was a sweet meet cute. I said somet about having more hope in our generation than I should have - what with no one letting me onto the bus twice because they ALL wanted to secure a spot for themselves - and he said somet strange as we parted. I started to walk away and he said, "Nice talking with you," and I said, "Nice to meet you... Wait, I didn't actually meet you. I'm Lizz." "Jack." Firm handshake. "Nice use of words." "Bye."
What? "Nice use of words?" What does that even mean?
Oh well. Maybe he was nervous. Because I'm a girl and soo incredibly fascinating and intriguing... HEY! Stop laughing. I could be those things. :)
Anyway, regardless of why he said what he said, or the fact that I had to go through the depths of bike-bus hell to meet him, he was sweet and charming, and I may never meet him again, but he made that part of my day that much better. I probably would have been stewing until I got to my house and bawled my eyes out in my empty room (Joyce went home for the weekend).
I think it's interesting though, on that "meeting new people" note: Well, firstly, I'm proud to say that I appear to be approachable! I love it when people come up to me and ask for directions. It means I look like I know what I'm doing and where I'm going, but also that I'm not so arrogant that they feel uncomfortable to ask for help from me.
I've had four or five people in the last week ask me how to get somewhere. They are usually shy-type girls.
But also, it would appear that the only people who are introducing themselves to me (with the exception of the InterVarsity girls and people at info booths for clubs) are guys! What? That's weird and I am not used to that. I think I've met about 6 guys already. I only really remember two because they had to do with the bike situation and they were the most recent, but why are only guys introducing themselves? I need girlfriends. Oh well.
Bye for now. Gotta go study up for Edward II callbacks! Woot! I mean, "Zot!" I mean... I don't care.
I got called back for Isabella and the King's Neice for Edward II, which is apparently a big deal.
And I have to find a new phone because the inside to my EnV3 died or something cause it only shows blackness! And I need a new bike, but there's NOTHING in Irvine! All the Targets and Walmarts and Costcos are in other towns, too far for me to bike without knowing I will get terribly lost.
Going now. Maybe to Albertson's to get bagels, lox, and cream cheese. That sounds good. Food...
Ugh... Internet... eew.
Hey, so I've just found out that the reason I haven't had internet in my room the passed two days is because I don't have free wi-fi! It's an ethernet cable... grr! No one told me that. Or my roommate, for that matter. So, we've been using someone else's in the area and when they are not around... hence, no internet connection. Ugh.
So, anyway... it's been a few days since my last update, and now I will continue.
My Crucible callbacks went well, I think. We shall find out soon enough. However, I have a feeling, simply because I was called back for Tituba and Sarah Goode, it may be a long-shot. If you know the play, Tituba is the "negro slave from Barbados" who supposedly bewitches Abigail and the other girls. Sarah Goode is an imprisoned slave who was also from Barbados. They are both accused of witchcraft. But they are black, for sure, and I am not. Whatever. It was still a good experience. There were a ton of graduate students there for Hale and Elizabeth Proctor, and Proctor, etc. and Tituba/Sarah Goode.
I was paired with a third year graduate actor named Nick who was pretty cool, and very patient with my being a third year (but technically first year because I'm a) transfer actor. He gave me congratulations, though, at being called back at all. "They don't normally call back new girls," he said. I think I know what he meant, but that's what he said. So, we had a scene between Hale and Tituba in which Hale is trying to get names from her after she has just "confessed" that she bewitched the girls and they are speaking of hanging her. I wanted to be crying or something when we went in a read for the parts, but it didn't come out as such. I guess I was a little self-conscious. It still went pretty well though.
We read the scene with each other a few times, waited a bit, walked in, performed, Beth - the director - said "thank you," we said, "thank you," and left. It all happened very quickly.
Cast lists will be posted Tuesday, I'm told.
So, anyway... it's been a few days since my last update, and now I will continue.
My Crucible callbacks went well, I think. We shall find out soon enough. However, I have a feeling, simply because I was called back for Tituba and Sarah Goode, it may be a long-shot. If you know the play, Tituba is the "negro slave from Barbados" who supposedly bewitches Abigail and the other girls. Sarah Goode is an imprisoned slave who was also from Barbados. They are both accused of witchcraft. But they are black, for sure, and I am not. Whatever. It was still a good experience. There were a ton of graduate students there for Hale and Elizabeth Proctor, and Proctor, etc. and Tituba/Sarah Goode.
I was paired with a third year graduate actor named Nick who was pretty cool, and very patient with my being a third year (but technically first year because I'm a) transfer actor. He gave me congratulations, though, at being called back at all. "They don't normally call back new girls," he said. I think I know what he meant, but that's what he said. So, we had a scene between Hale and Tituba in which Hale is trying to get names from her after she has just "confessed" that she bewitched the girls and they are speaking of hanging her. I wanted to be crying or something when we went in a read for the parts, but it didn't come out as such. I guess I was a little self-conscious. It still went pretty well though.
We read the scene with each other a few times, waited a bit, walked in, performed, Beth - the director - said "thank you," we said, "thank you," and left. It all happened very quickly.
Cast lists will be posted Tuesday, I'm told.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
UCI 2010-2011 Season Callbacks? ... HECK YEAH!
Well, today has been fun, and interestingly mundane, but not. Maybe it's just because I'm uber-tired.
Classes started today, and up until around 7pm last night, I thought my History of American Musical Theatre class was at 8 in the evening and that my first class was at 11am (Theatre and Dreams - totally interesting and captivating, by the way). HOWEVER, that History of MT class is actually at 8 AM! So, needless to say, I am eternally grateful to Claire and Marlena for correcting my mistake. Turns out, when I was looking at my schedule of classes, my 11am class was listed first, then my 3:30pm class, THEN my 8pm class, but all it said was, and I quote!, "8-9:50". If that's not misleading, I don't know what is, but there were a million people there, so I was either the only one who just assumed that the order of classes was the actual order, or everyone else found out the night before too.
Anyway, it was a blast in the History of American Musical Theatre class. I sat next to my new bud, Dean, who is a tap dancer. He seems to think that's all he does and refused when I encouraged him to audition at the MEGAs, but that's okay. I'm sure he will find his confidence soon. :) I jest, but he likes to act, so what was the worst that could happen, right? No callback. That's it. Oh well.
Throughout class, Mr. Denis Castellano introduced us to many powerpoint slides and audio files and footage of various musical genres (today was a brief history of Opera - I loved it; wanted more!) He's a funny dude and super sweet.
Last night, LATE last night (so I'm really REALLY glad I checked my email - the internet in our room has been acting funny, not in a good way) I got an email in which the subject line stated, "The Crucible Callback List and Information" but I couldn't read the email message because of the stupid internet connection!! So, I was like, "what the heck! I don't know if it's just saying, 'thanks anyway,' cause I'm used to those emails, or if I actually got a callback!" Long story short, I got a callback for Tituba and Sarah Good, both of whom are originally "negro slaves from Barbados." Hmm... oh... kay... That's okay. It's a callback. And some pretty hefty weeping and begging is called for in the end. Cool. That's today at 6:20pm.
But then I was also planning on auditioning for the New York Satellite Program, which is today at 4-5:30pm or 5:30-7pm, neither of which I can now make since I have a class at 3:30 til 4:50pm and a callback at 6:20pm. I can decide if God is telling me, "Not this year, Lizz," or Satan's just kind of messing with me to see how I'll take it. This whole week should have been really stressful, though, and surprisingly I have been strangely calm. About everything: being late to my first meeting - which didn't end up happening - because I waited for the wrong bus twice, then the correct bus's door wouldn't close, so I had to wait for ANOTHER bus and the training driver didn't know to turn at a certain street, so we went a little out of our way and got caught in a three-point turn for a few minutes.
It's like I've been being tested all week, and I feel like I'm passing with flying colors, giving it to God the whole way. And saying "hi" and "thanks" at my - so far routine - 2am shower.
So, I also got callbacks for Edward II, which was the only show for which I DIDN'T want a callback, but for the sole reason that if I got a callback, that means I can't go to The Fantasticks Cast Party in SLO on Sunday. All the other callbacks were different days. But, I got it nonetheless, and I'm loving it so far. Turns out Adrian is directing it! He was a Directing Intern at PCPA my first year there! Hilarious! Although, every now and then I think, "I hope he doesn't feel obligated to give me a callback," but then I remind myself what a kick-BUTT job I did in those auditions. And who cares if he just so happens to have also seen my Shakespeare and Acting Sharings from passed years. That's a plus.
I have always felt somewhat awkward about situations like these: I want to be cast because of THAT audition, not based on previous work, regardless of how good it was. PCPA did that a lot. Which was bad for me - musically - and great for the cliqué of people from Michael Jenkinson's performing arts high school. I love them all, don't get me wrong, but even people outside the program were telling me in hindsight, those were two EXTREMELY politically cast seasons. Completely unfair. But it had to happen for me to understand that I need to make sure it never happens again. The suffering I allowed myself to go through, I mean.
Okay, enough for now. I need to head on back ACROSS campus for my next class and then jump straight into the end of the first session of the New York Satellite Program auditions, then the immediately the beginning of the next session and then take one deep, quick breath and head for the Crucible callbacks!
And maybe after, I will crash at home. No wait, a guy might be bringing by a beach cruiser for me to look at from Craigslist and I might have a new-used bike! Woot! With a basket and ... wait for it... a BELL!
Classes started today, and up until around 7pm last night, I thought my History of American Musical Theatre class was at 8 in the evening and that my first class was at 11am (Theatre and Dreams - totally interesting and captivating, by the way). HOWEVER, that History of MT class is actually at 8 AM! So, needless to say, I am eternally grateful to Claire and Marlena for correcting my mistake. Turns out, when I was looking at my schedule of classes, my 11am class was listed first, then my 3:30pm class, THEN my 8pm class, but all it said was, and I quote!, "8-9:50". If that's not misleading, I don't know what is, but there were a million people there, so I was either the only one who just assumed that the order of classes was the actual order, or everyone else found out the night before too.
Anyway, it was a blast in the History of American Musical Theatre class. I sat next to my new bud, Dean, who is a tap dancer. He seems to think that's all he does and refused when I encouraged him to audition at the MEGAs, but that's okay. I'm sure he will find his confidence soon. :) I jest, but he likes to act, so what was the worst that could happen, right? No callback. That's it. Oh well.
Throughout class, Mr. Denis Castellano introduced us to many powerpoint slides and audio files and footage of various musical genres (today was a brief history of Opera - I loved it; wanted more!) He's a funny dude and super sweet.
Last night, LATE last night (so I'm really REALLY glad I checked my email - the internet in our room has been acting funny, not in a good way) I got an email in which the subject line stated, "The Crucible Callback List and Information" but I couldn't read the email message because of the stupid internet connection!! So, I was like, "what the heck! I don't know if it's just saying, 'thanks anyway,' cause I'm used to those emails, or if I actually got a callback!" Long story short, I got a callback for Tituba and Sarah Good, both of whom are originally "negro slaves from Barbados." Hmm... oh... kay... That's okay. It's a callback. And some pretty hefty weeping and begging is called for in the end. Cool. That's today at 6:20pm.
But then I was also planning on auditioning for the New York Satellite Program, which is today at 4-5:30pm or 5:30-7pm, neither of which I can now make since I have a class at 3:30 til 4:50pm and a callback at 6:20pm. I can decide if God is telling me, "Not this year, Lizz," or Satan's just kind of messing with me to see how I'll take it. This whole week should have been really stressful, though, and surprisingly I have been strangely calm. About everything: being late to my first meeting - which didn't end up happening - because I waited for the wrong bus twice, then the correct bus's door wouldn't close, so I had to wait for ANOTHER bus and the training driver didn't know to turn at a certain street, so we went a little out of our way and got caught in a three-point turn for a few minutes.
It's like I've been being tested all week, and I feel like I'm passing with flying colors, giving it to God the whole way. And saying "hi" and "thanks" at my - so far routine - 2am shower.
So, I also got callbacks for Edward II, which was the only show for which I DIDN'T want a callback, but for the sole reason that if I got a callback, that means I can't go to The Fantasticks Cast Party in SLO on Sunday. All the other callbacks were different days. But, I got it nonetheless, and I'm loving it so far. Turns out Adrian is directing it! He was a Directing Intern at PCPA my first year there! Hilarious! Although, every now and then I think, "I hope he doesn't feel obligated to give me a callback," but then I remind myself what a kick-BUTT job I did in those auditions. And who cares if he just so happens to have also seen my Shakespeare and Acting Sharings from passed years. That's a plus.
I have always felt somewhat awkward about situations like these: I want to be cast because of THAT audition, not based on previous work, regardless of how good it was. PCPA did that a lot. Which was bad for me - musically - and great for the cliqué of people from Michael Jenkinson's performing arts high school. I love them all, don't get me wrong, but even people outside the program were telling me in hindsight, those were two EXTREMELY politically cast seasons. Completely unfair. But it had to happen for me to understand that I need to make sure it never happens again. The suffering I allowed myself to go through, I mean.
Okay, enough for now. I need to head on back ACROSS campus for my next class and then jump straight into the end of the first session of the New York Satellite Program auditions, then the immediately the beginning of the next session and then take one deep, quick breath and head for the Crucible callbacks!
And maybe after, I will crash at home. No wait, a guy might be bringing by a beach cruiser for me to look at from Craigslist and I might have a new-used bike! Woot! With a basket and ... wait for it... a BELL!
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
UC Irvine! MEGA Auditions...
I am pretty much settled in. Still getting used to the campus and I'm using a kids bike until I can find one my size on craigslist.com. I'm in Arroyo Vista (so I'm not far from Arroyo Grande... hehe. just playing) on the completely opposite side of campus from where everything like classes and events happen, but that's okay. I will get lots of exercise. :)
Tuesday was my MEGA audition for the 2010-2011 UCI Drama season of: Into the Woods (ensemble roles only), The Crucible, Edward II, Mary Stuart, and The Restoration Comedy.
As it turns out, I signed up for the 5:30pm slot but they didn't have ANY record of my signing up!! But it turned out alright; they just put me in with another group of six instead of the normal five who were supposed to go in. So, I went sixth, after everyone else in my group had auditioned and left. I had been planning on doing my 16 bar cutting of "I'd Give It All For You" at the end - so after my two monologues - but then some people out in the waiting room were saying they were asked to do song first, so then I decided to do song last.
But then I gave the pianist my music and I walked to the "X" in the middle of the room, slated JUST my name like they wanted and began my moment-before for my first monologue, without saying anything, and the pianist started and I jolted out and totally forgot that I was doing song FIRST now... sheesh! And he said "Oh, you are doing song last?" and I said, "NO! You are right; song first; sorry" but it was all surprisingly not stressful and light-hearted.
So, I sang the song (AWESOME, by the way! I was shaking more than I have EVER shaken for an audition, and it only started as soon as I opened my mouth to sing, but you couldn't HEAR the shaking, which is new for me. Usually when I audition, I shake so much that I lose my pitch - but that is the ONLY time I ever do. But I ROCKED! Then I did my monologues and finished at exactly 30 seconds to spare, which is strange because I always went 10 seconds over in practicing!
Then I turned to leave, and 180'd quickly saying "Don't forget your music, Lizz!" and as I was walking to get my music binder, I think I heard a woman whisper, "She's a cutie" or something, but something good. :-D
And as soon as I exited the building, I did a little dance and exclaimed, audibly while a girl was passing (probably on her way to HER audition), "That was my BEST audition EVER!" :) I think I freaked her out, cause she was like, "uh, ok. cool"
Then today, as I was walking in the "halls" one of the Heads of Acting stopped me to remind herself of my name and tell me how great she thought I did. :)
I am sooo glad I have these bangs now! No one else has them, so it helps distinguish me a little.
Phew! I love it here!
Tuesday was my MEGA audition for the 2010-2011 UCI Drama season of: Into the Woods (ensemble roles only), The Crucible, Edward II, Mary Stuart, and The Restoration Comedy.
As it turns out, I signed up for the 5:30pm slot but they didn't have ANY record of my signing up!! But it turned out alright; they just put me in with another group of six instead of the normal five who were supposed to go in. So, I went sixth, after everyone else in my group had auditioned and left. I had been planning on doing my 16 bar cutting of "I'd Give It All For You" at the end - so after my two monologues - but then some people out in the waiting room were saying they were asked to do song first, so then I decided to do song last.
But then I gave the pianist my music and I walked to the "X" in the middle of the room, slated JUST my name like they wanted and began my moment-before for my first monologue, without saying anything, and the pianist started and I jolted out and totally forgot that I was doing song FIRST now... sheesh! And he said "Oh, you are doing song last?" and I said, "NO! You are right; song first; sorry" but it was all surprisingly not stressful and light-hearted.
So, I sang the song (AWESOME, by the way! I was shaking more than I have EVER shaken for an audition, and it only started as soon as I opened my mouth to sing, but you couldn't HEAR the shaking, which is new for me. Usually when I audition, I shake so much that I lose my pitch - but that is the ONLY time I ever do. But I ROCKED! Then I did my monologues and finished at exactly 30 seconds to spare, which is strange because I always went 10 seconds over in practicing!
Then I turned to leave, and 180'd quickly saying "Don't forget your music, Lizz!" and as I was walking to get my music binder, I think I heard a woman whisper, "She's a cutie" or something, but something good. :-D
And as soon as I exited the building, I did a little dance and exclaimed, audibly while a girl was passing (probably on her way to HER audition), "That was my BEST audition EVER!" :) I think I freaked her out, cause she was like, "uh, ok. cool"
Then today, as I was walking in the "halls" one of the Heads of Acting stopped me to remind herself of my name and tell me how great she thought I did. :)
I am sooo glad I have these bangs now! No one else has them, so it helps distinguish me a little.
Phew! I love it here!
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