In other news, Sunday was quite eventful. Not only was it Mothers’ Day (Which I will get to later), I also had my first musical theatre audition since the babies were born. I find the audition to be, without a doubt, the most nerve-wracking part of being a performer. Everything rests on how you do in your audition. Not only that, you are not handed the lines or the songs to sing. This is done at the callback (if you even get a callback). At the audition, you choose your song, you choose your monologue, you choose how you will perform it. It’s all on you. And to make matters worse, you are performing a mere few feet away from the production team. They are seated behind this table, staring at you, maybe scribbling notes, maybe ignoring you completely, reading your resume, looking bored, or trying to look pleasantly neutral. Ugh.
The show I was auditioning for is Fiddler on the Roof. I don’t really want to say which parts I put down, mainly because I don’t want to jinx anything. I spent the better part of this week, carefully selecting a song, carefully choosing a monologue, and practicing them for my captive audience of fifteen month-old babies. If their reactions are anything to go by, my dancing is laughable. I ended up doing a rendition of “Show Off” from The Drowsy Chaperone, and Buttercup’s monologue from the novel The Princess Bride where she realizes she does love Westley. You can check out the song below. P.S. Sutton Foster does a MUCH better job than I did.
Something to take note of: Babies in a fancy Italian restaurant is a recipe for a huge mess. Joseph now things alfredo and parmesan cheese make the best and smelliest of finger-paints. He was practically swimming in the stuff. Then when the babies were released from their high chairs, he ran for the restaurant’s foyer and locked himself in. Phillip decided he wanted to climb up to the restaurant’s second level where there was a private party, and Hailey just wanted to be held. It was glorious chaos. I don’t know how much they really ate that night. Hailey eschewed the penne for plain pasta and peas. Phillip seemed to enjoy my crème brulee and the focaccia bread that was on the table. I found it all noisy, messy, and crazy, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love every second of it. Brian got me a lovely necklace, and my babies got me some earrings. Brian said they chose them themselves. I believe him. Phillip has distinct ideas about fashion. He picks out his outfit every day. Now all I have to do is finish packing for our first family vacation and wait for the callback announcements. I’m not nervous at all. J