Jack's Mother

So I heard about this community musical being put on in, well, my community, this summer. And I had no good reason to NOT go to the auditions. Plus, if I didn't go to the auditions, but I went to the production and sat there all disappointed-like and huffy that I could've done that, I'd probably kick myself. So.

What the hay. The only thing they can do is tell me to leave immediately, never again subject the world to such noise pollution, make me want to drive off a bridge, no big whoop, right?

So I go. And it's kinda like my first Trap Shooting experience: the uber-obvious Amateur surrounded by Professionals. And not just the regular sort of professionals, I mean the ones that enunciate, pronunciate, and accentuate ev-er-y con-so-nant, ev-er-y syll-a-ble, and blink point-ed-ly when they say things, kind of pro-fes-sion-als.

My internal conversation at this point:
- I should just leave.
- Nah. Why? Even if you do make yourself look stupid, it'll be good for the blog.
- Good point. What am I singing again?
- Who knows. Make something up.
- Sweet John Denver, why am I here?

I should've hit 'em with a rousing rendition of Old McDonald. But I didn't think of that at the time, I was too terrified. I sang an old timey Southerny gospel song. Sang some 'never-before-released' lyrics too, 'cause I forgot the official ones. But, it must've gone well, because I got a part! (oooh, now that I think about it, either it DID go pretty well, or they didn't have enough people audition ... not gonna think about it.)

Whee!! A part in a musical!! An actual singing part!! I have something like 20 seconds' worth of a solo, plus some speaking parts, some funny lines, AND: an overly dramatic death scene. What more could a first-timer possibly wish for??!! I can't wait. Off I go, Into the Woods, to be Jack's Mother!!! Wish me luck!!