Brigadoon Tryout

Last night I went in for the Brigadoon tryouts. I sang 'So Close' from Enchanted. I did okay, but the dry air in the room made me crack the high note a bit. It's not going to keep me from being in the show, but I don't like to crack the high notes. Suffice to say, I stopped short of making the ladies draw out their tissues. Maybe I should have waited another day and gone tonight. Probably wouldn't have made much difference, and going after the chaos of coming home from work would probably have made things worse. I'm still dubious that it's time to get back into this again. Problem is, with the downturn, the Medina community theater scene is collapsing. This might be my last opportunity to do theater here for quite a while. That seriously sucks.

 

There was a bit of blocked dancing, at which I did poorly at best, but hey, anybody can dance if you take enough time for it. It's only community theater, so it's not like I'm going to be asked to do any cartwheels or anything. After that there was a little line reading with the only other adult age person on hand at that tryout time block. They had us try on our brogue for the lines, and I don't think I gave enough of an impression that I do it well. Have I mentioned that I don't try out well? Nobody does, really. It's an uncomfortable process, where you're stuck somewhere between humility and blatant self-promotion. The director is my neighbor, so it's an automatic in, but that doesn't make tryouts any more fun.

 

So now I wait for word of callbacks or just part placement or whatever. Then I get to schvitz and worry over rehearsals and finding time to rehearse lines. I wonder sometimes why I do this to myself. I guess I'll remind myself as to why toward the end of the show, when I'm lamenting that it's almost done.