What if I had been a heart surgeon...
What if I had been a heart surgeon...
I went to an audition yesterday and of course the first combination had to be ballet! It's not that I don't appreciate ballet, I am one of the most faithful Mathew Bourne and Matts Ek aficionados around! But truth be told, I used to hide in the bathroom during ballet class and sneak into jazz and tap classes at the dance studio. I have always preferred the excitement and rhythms of jazz. Anyway, back to the audition... it was a very friendly room. The choreographer made a speech about "forgetting the steps" and "telling a story while you dance"...right... I just learned the steps five minutes ago and there's a hundred girls in spandex blocking my view... but I understood the gist. We did the combo in groups of three and I couldn't help smiling because for some reason I found this ballet situation hilarious. I kept seeing myself hiding in the bathroom stall hearing tinkering music in the distance. After conferring and whispering in the corner "the boss" started calling girls. My smile must have charmed 'em because ballet is definitely not my strong shoe. Yep, my name got called.
Now comes my least favorite part of any audition. Everyone is forced to either the "walk of fame" where you dash to reclaim your spot on the dance floor or the "walk of shame" where you grab your bag and get the heck out of there. The choreographer then started teaching this modern dramatic opus that truthfully just didn't flow. Some of the other girls looked great doing it, but I was like a lousy Eponine in the Players Pageant Production of "Les Miz" at the local barn house. I couldn't get my brain to click with my muscles. I clearly was devastated when I was not called back for the second time. Ummmm....no.
And then I realized, I would have made a horrible surgeon. It's humanly impossible to conquer every style of dance, every note of a song or every line of a scene. I'm okay with that. At auditions or life you never know what's gonna be thrown your way (that includes receiving thirty pages of sheet music an hour before a Tony award winning straight to producers' session or a ride in an ambulance holding your mother's hand.) A person only has to do two things: show up and be themselves. Auditioning is not heart surgery and I'm thankful for that. -MSS, Over and Out
During the same day, I regretfully report that "Black Beauty" died. The ten year collaboration permantently ended at approximately 11:34AM Pacific time. I will always have the memories of graduating high school in the plains (Plano) of Texas, surviving the highways of LA and driving to my first TV show with her. "Black Beauty," my faithful friend, my faithful Jeep Cherokee.
I went to an audition yesterday and of course the first combination had to be ballet! It's not that I don't appreciate ballet, I am one of the most faithful Mathew Bourne and Matts Ek aficionados around! But truth be told, I used to hide in the bathroom during ballet class and sneak into jazz and tap classes at the dance studio. I have always preferred the excitement and rhythms of jazz. Anyway, back to the audition... it was a very friendly room. The choreographer made a speech about "forgetting the steps" and "telling a story while you dance"...right... I just learned the steps five minutes ago and there's a hundred girls in spandex blocking my view... but I understood the gist. We did the combo in groups of three and I couldn't help smiling because for some reason I found this ballet situation hilarious. I kept seeing myself hiding in the bathroom stall hearing tinkering music in the distance. After conferring and whispering in the corner "the boss" started calling girls. My smile must have charmed 'em because ballet is definitely not my strong shoe. Yep, my name got called.
Now comes my least favorite part of any audition. Everyone is forced to either the "walk of fame" where you dash to reclaim your spot on the dance floor or the "walk of shame" where you grab your bag and get the heck out of there. The choreographer then started teaching this modern dramatic opus that truthfully just didn't flow. Some of the other girls looked great doing it, but I was like a lousy Eponine in the Players Pageant Production of "Les Miz" at the local barn house. I couldn't get my brain to click with my muscles. I clearly was devastated when I was not called back for the second time. Ummmm....no.
And then I realized, I would have made a horrible surgeon. It's humanly impossible to conquer every style of dance, every note of a song or every line of a scene. I'm okay with that. At auditions or life you never know what's gonna be thrown your way (that includes receiving thirty pages of sheet music an hour before a Tony award winning straight to producers' session or a ride in an ambulance holding your mother's hand.) A person only has to do two things: show up and be themselves. Auditioning is not heart surgery and I'm thankful for that. -MSS, Over and Out
During the same day, I regretfully report that "Black Beauty" died. The ten year collaboration permantently ended at approximately 11:34AM Pacific time. I will always have the memories of graduating high school in the plains (Plano) of Texas, surviving the highways of LA and driving to my first TV show with her. "Black Beauty," my faithful friend, my faithful Jeep Cherokee.
posted by Melissa Strom
@ 7:30 PM
0 Comments :
Post a Comment
<< Home