Well, my first audition was a bust, but there is a silver lining to this dark storm cloud.
I arrived at the audition with high hopes, the list wasn't very long and I saw many young people. All the female roles in the show call for mature adults and since I'm nearing 30, well, that's me. I really had to laugh at all of them, primping with curling irons, applying lipstick and caking on the make-up. Do they even know what they are auditioning for. The only possible role in the show that any of them could play is Agnus Gooch, a dowdy secretary type.
I practiced and prepared last night, found the perfect song and that was all the preparation necessary. Did I dress up? Absolutely not. Did I wear a skirt or dress? Nope. Was I still too stylish? Well, when am I ever not stylish. Honestly though, I wore pants, a sweater and my new little BC canvas flats. I wore very little make-up, just mascara and lip gloss. I was just plain jane...just me, no effort.
I didn't even get to sing for the casting director. He knew exactly what he wanted as far as a look and so the type casting began. We all filed into the room, ten at a time, and let him oogle us up and down (this is the part where I feel like a piece of meat). He gave me a wry smile and then chose a girl further down the line. Her hair was disheveled and the unkempt outfit she was donning was truly dreadful. But that's what they wanted to see, FRUMPY, FRUMPY, FRUMPY. All the pretty girls, not the one's trying too hard, but the natural beauties, were sent out of the room. It was a little boost to the morale when I realized I was joining them.
Although I wasn't even able to audition, I feel kind of nice knowing that I just can't be considered frumpy.
Next audition is on Sunday.
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