Adventures in Auditioning

The New York audition is a rare species that can bring even the best to their knees. Taking into account that I wasn't a great auditioner to begin with, you can imagine that I have made some less than stellar first impressions.

Audition 1: The role is a legit soprano - I decide to sing a saucy jazz song. Really good call, Jenny, really good.

Audition 2: I finish singing and they tell me I should come back for Hairspray.

Audition 3: Am typed out for Hairspray.

Audition 4: I have an out of body experience. I can see this red haired girl doing a modern interpretive dance while singing a Disney song. This cannot possibly be me, serious dramatic actress Jennifer Dunne. What a freak, that girl sucks.

Audition 5: I forget the words to my song and actually sing the word "SCHMOOOO" where a lyric should be.

Auditions 6 - 10: Much of the same, add a little bad dancing, some unfortunate attire, and some really bad song choices.

Audition 11: It's a miracle. I do not mess up the words to my song. I do not make my song into a sad imitation of a street performance piece. I do not try to sing exactly like the girl who just sang before me who sounds like Chenoweth on 'roids. I have a good audition. Finally.

Let's just pray that no one remembers that weirdo who decided it would be a really good idea to make, "Candle on the Water" into an audition song.

 - J