I went to the open auditions at Manbites Dog Theater this afternoon. Every year, about 25 theatre and film directors gather to see actors for upcoming projects.
Here’s the monologue I performed (from Vital Signs by Jane Martin):
Despite my nerves, it seemed to go well. As I walked out, one of the directors told me I was “hilarious”. Squee!
OMG right now you are the coolest person I know. You’re totally gonna get picked for something and become a huge star and move to LA and we little non-celebrity people will never see you again, so can I have your autograph now? :D
amy. you are good. very good. don’t know why i am surprised you can act.
but you can. good for you for going out to audition.
I hope Cornelia took your excellent advice!
Ha, Nelly! Yes. Yes, I’ll give you my autograph.
Thanks, Margo, and Kate, if she didn’t take my advice, then tough Tootsie Rolls for her.
Yeah! Avidbruxist! I hope they cast you in something soon, dammit.
If not, I’ll provide drinks and popcorn and you can put on a show for us in my backyard. We can charge admission too. Viola – a career change!
The Amy Show! I’ll do monologues and tell stories about my horrible dates and tell people they should EAT certain gluten-free products and—pfthpt!—NOT EAT others. I think we’re going to make a lot of money, Mary.