(ed. - from almost 4 months ago....)
WICKED: The Audition
10:00
Open Call
4:45 AM: Wake up to my alarm. It's still dark, and I've gotten less than 5 hours of sleep.
5:38 : I jump on the F Train into the city, the subway is running 7 minutes late (or perhaps 7 minutes early- gotta think positively). The car is full of sleeping people. Literally. Everyone is asleep.
6:00 I meet friend Stevie and we head to the audition together. The sky is getting lighter. I'm not used to this. It's supposed to go light to dark. Very disorientating.
6:30 Arrive at the audition. Sign an unofficial list which very well could be thrown out the minute the audition starts- we're numbers 102 and 103. People at the front of the line have been there since 4AM. The crowd looks incredibly young, many people probably still in high school. Happily no one is dressed in green. It's been known to happen. But there are plenty of short blonds in foofy dresses and curls.
7:00 We sneak out of line for breakfast- medium green tea and big bowl of oatmeal.
7:30 A man comes out and yells at us for sitting on the sidewalk. It's dangerous. We stand up
7:31 We sit back down.
8:00 Girls in WICKED hats walk up and down the line handing out green fliers. The bullet highlights: "If WICKED is something you are interested in, you should always be working on your voice so that if we do call, you will be ready!" Good to know. Thanks for that.
The best part: "Today's audition will be a cappella. Please note that there is NO ACCESS TO BATHROOMS, CHANGING ROOMS, MAKE_UP ROOMS, WARM_UP ROOMS... Thanks for coming! HAVE FUN!"
8:03 The line goes mad, crazy gnashing of teeth, high shrieking shattering windows across the street, full scale riot.
8:05 Everything is back to normal. Perhaps with a slight edge. A cappella? Good news- I can pick any key I want for my song. Bad news- I have to pick the right key for my song and not end up way too high.
9:00 The line starts moving
9:45 I enter the building. 4 lines, 4 studios. Beginning to think that oatmeal earlier was not such a good idea.
9:58 I enter the room to sing. As I open my mouth I realize I can hear the singers around me- oh god. What's my note? I sing. My high notes scratch.
9:59 I'm in the elevator and done. A minute before the audition is even supposed to start.
10:35 Back on Roosevelt Island, at the farmers market picking up produce for the week
11:00 Asleep.
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