Blue Plate Special

This is the name of a production about a young (married) woman who wants to become a country singing star. It is being put on by a community theatre in Fairburn, the one that my grandparents donated the building to interestingly enough.

I got there much earlier than normal b/c I was going to pick up a friend from church in the area to hang out with me, but I ended up lost and at the theatre 30 minutes before, so she joined me there.

The producers etc. were still deciding how the audition was going to go, i.e. were the singers going to wear numbers.

After a few minutes, they let us sign up. I was third. After a very very short time, they called my name. Yeay! I got to confer w/ the accompanist before I entered the theatre which was was very helpful. My song (The Girl in 14 G) is a beast to play on the piano.

After the mini-conference we went in and Mr. I forget his name asked my song. Turns out he is quite familiar with it and enjoys it very much.

So I started singing, he motioned for me to step back after I had started. So I kept on singing while I repositioned. The pianist did indeed have trouble playing the complex chords w/ jazz rhythms and I started one of the notes a whole step up then kind of went down to the pitch it was supposed to be and continued with the song. I'm quite happy with the last note. That song is just so much fun and the ending fits so comfortably in my voice.

When I was done, Mr. I forget his name asked if I grew up in the south. I told him I did. He said "good" and there was an interesting pause. I think he thinks that everyone who is from here has an accent. The pause ended as he reached for a sheet of paper and asked if I would read for Ramona. She is a spoiled rotten young married woman whose mother had just given the advice that she needed to stick by her man.

I read it w/ the most projected southern accent I could muster. He said it was good, and asked if I could not emphasize the syllables so harshly, so I got to say the words again. After the second time he asked if I could be there at 7:00 tomorrow, I told him I could, and then I was dismissed. Before I made it out the door, he called me back to ask me to keep the fact that I had been called back on the down low. So I calmly walked out and that was the end of that. We shall see how tomorrow goes!

Meanwhile, I am determing what angle this spoiled southerner will have. I don't really want to while the whole time. I could just be a bit of a mule. We shall see.

Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I love 'ya tomorrow!