Stages of Stages

AN IMPORTANT NOTE BEFORE YOU READ MORE:

I forgot to mention that this blog is inspired by my friend's fantastic one, Improbability in the City.
If you haven't read it yet, STOP RIGHT NOW and head on over to her blog, linked here.

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Auditioning for high school plays is synonymous with rejection. I enjoy the auditions- I do not enjoy the rejections. Out of the 5 plays I have auditioned for thus far, I have gotten 5 callbacks, but I've actually only gotten cast in one.

The audition. Everyone is welcome here. The audition is a place that I really like to be. If you're a veteran of the theater community, the director welcomes you. If you're not, they get to know you.

The callback. Ah, the callback. The word simply rings with the sound of getting-your-hopes-up before they might come crashing down again. The callback's perks: they get to see you act again! Isn't that just great? The callback's cons: YOU WERE THIS CLOSE TO GETTING A PART BUT YOU JUST HAAAAAD TO MAKE THAT NOTE A C# INSTEAD OF A C (aka, the pressure's on).

The list. The list is a thing of beauty on the wall outside of Room 318, fluttering with the mini-wind created by the Junior hurrying quickly to her Creative Writing Elective. You approach it eagerly, but with a sad smile, because you know what the outcome is. Nope. There goes another year.

The backstage. I, for one, am a huge supporter of props and run crew, although my main job in 7th grade was just making sure that I didn't mess up the Stage Manager's coffee order. This is the part where it gets lonely. You have your crew friends and you have your crew fun, but the actors all have their little inside jokes that make you feel bad that this is the show you would've been in. Although I love crew, you wonder what it would be like if you were the one onstage, belting that number.

When I look at that list tomorrow, I don't want one more disappointment. Especially because it's a 1950s style musical. I kind of live in the 50s (if you know me, you get the full extent of my nostalgia).

This is the last time I'm auditioning without a result. Seriously. Even if I'm in the ensemble, at least I'll be at Enrico Fermi High.