Humphrey has bitten me again. He bit me last year and got me to try out for a Littleton production of Oliver!, but alas I didn’t make it beyond the 2nd round of auditions (might have something to do with me wearing big cloddy tennis shoes and jerking up the dance portion of the audition, but that’s pure speculation). I think Humphrey is being goaded by my husband, because I just remembered to check in on Denver-area auditions a few weeks ago and lo-and-behold, they are having auditions for the musical Nine at the Arvada Center. I’ve never even seen the show, but I figure it never hurts to try out anyway. I had also never seen A Little Night Music nor The Taffetas, and I was able to land lead roles in both productions… although that was in the podunk theater scene of Appleton, Wisconsin. That’s one small kettle o’ fish, whereas Denver and the surrounding ‘burbs are more like a reservoir.
So, Humphrey, I had dear hubby take some head shots of yours truly today and will print that off tomorrow. I have my theater resume on my PC at work. Since tomorrow is a work day and my audition is during lunch, I should be looking professional and dressed to impress. And, dear Humphrey, should I somehow make the callbacks for the 2nd round, would you mind terribly helping me select some shoes that are a bit more stage/movement/dance friendly? Or at least bite my toe if I start going for those damn sneakers again.
Oh, and Humphrey… I’ll be blaming you if I don’t get a part. No major hard feelings, but just saying. And that’ll make your next bite tougher for me to heed.
Really, Rachel... 