I went to my first audition today. (I hate the term “audition.” It sounds so “yes, I’ll eat Top Ramen and wait tables until I make it big.”) After years of hearing people suggest it to me, I finally did something about it; I took a class, took the suggestions of my professor, mixed my delivery and recorded the material for my demo CD (still in the process of being edited).
Last week, I took another suggestion.
“Here. Respond to the ad. Call the number on the city’s flyer,” a friend said.
I called. I backed out after being told I was one of hundreds of respondents.
I took another suggestion.
“Come anyway,” she said, “I have a feeling we’ll use you.”
“We?” I asked.
“I,” she said. “The auditions are to be fair. I make the decision and I think I just did.”
I took the suggestion and came anyway.
I went to my first audition today.
“Take one,” she said. “5, 4, 3, *, *”
I smiled for warmth, kept my mouth open for enunciation and let ‘er rip.
After the first take, I paused and asked, “Shall we do another?”
“No. Thank you. That won’t be necessary. There’s no improving upon perfection.”
