Eric Whitacre

Eric Whitacre is freaking amazing.

His composing is godly.

And he's sexy.

My first musical audition-Part Three

Entering the auditorium was pretty easy. I kept my compsure. I walked straight down that aisle way, stopping to hand my chorus teacher my information slip before going to the stairs that leads to the door in the wings.

It was locked.

Tried the other one.

By now, I was freaking out.

"Oh yeah," Mr. Hansen said, "Both doors are locked. Looks like you're going to have to hop on up there."

Is he crazy? I thought, I'm wearing a skirt. a damn skirt!

But I had no choice.

I had to climb that stage.

My first attempt was to push myself up with my arms.

Unfortunately, I lack adequate arm strength, and ended up dangling limply for a good ten seconds.

It was then that I decided to lift my leg. Just a bit, for support. If I could get one leg up there, I was good!

This resulted in me straddling the stage. Sideways.

I felt a breeze on my posterior. I was shamelessly exposing my bloomers to my teacher and the creepy theatre-teacher man.

It is a sad day in life when you end up exposing your frilly arse to two men who are over twice your age.

Finally, I flopped up. Like a fish.

Guilt snared at my heartstrings. I looked like i had just been molested. I felt like I had just been molested.

But I gathered up all my courage and dragged myself to the center of the stage.

I then got blinded by the spotlight.

Final result: I showed my bloomers off for nothing.

Unfortunately, my shakiness when singing and my mispronounciation of the word 'nosegays'(which I read out loud from a silly script) did not land me in the musical.

On the bright side, I didn't faint.

THE END.

My first musical audition-Part Two

The day had arrived. I was totally ready for my audition!

Except for something very important.
MY SONG.
I had practiced a few songs beforehand, but I quickly realized that I had not memorized them. Not one. My day went on. And then came audition time. I was frightened. I wasn't ready for this at all. Oh my god. I was going to die. I was going to DIE DIE DIE. No one was helpful. I was scared. Everyone resembled an angry troll to me, minus my friends who were also auditioning. They were the little fairies. I went to go pick up a slip and fill it out.

I don't remember if it was a girl or a boy, but someone needed my photograph. No, I thought, no you do not.

I am almost positive my photo looked like this:

And so I sat. My mind was a flurry of rainbows, birds, and pink whale-fish.
I was waiting for my number to be called; like a convict on death row.

TO BE CONTINUED...

My first musical audition-Part One

So I wasn't sure what my first story would be. But then it came to me: my first musical audition. Now, I've been on stage before. Heck, I grew up on it. When I was really little, I used to sing and dance on a little stage that was part of my grandma's house. I remember loving Annie to a point where I imitated the dances and memorized the songs. But as I grew older, I guess that love for acting faded. I ended up doing ballet for about six years, and doing chorus for...Well, ever. So I guess when auditions for the Spring musical was announced, it just set a spark off in me.

It was a typical day in my first period Earth and Environmental Science. People were taking a few minutes to doze off before the morning announcements were made. When suddenly, it was announced.





And it came to me. FAME. GLORY. FORTUNE. OR JUST EXPERIENCE AND A CHANCE TO DO SOMETHING WITH MY LIFE.




And thus, I skipped merrily off to class.

STAY TUNED FOR PART TWO.

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