I auditioned for Wicked today. When I saw the open call, my heart skipped a beat because I knew I would never get to audition for this through any other method. It also sank as I began to realize that the chances of them casting anyone for this hugely popular BROADWAY musical through an open call were slim to none. If it hadn’t been posted through playbill and elsewhere, I honestly would’ve assumed it was a publicity stunt, like when I auditioned for Spiderman:Turn off the Dark.
I began my song selection and began making plans to attend. First, I thought about the character, and songs that would speak to her type. Then I thought of songs that showcased my belting range. I selected a song I love from a show I did a few years back. I never use any of the music from this show for auditions, because the average accompanist will fumble all the way through the 16 bars and I will be a disjointed mess by the end. It’s incredibly difficult music to play. However, I decided that since there was 0.0000000000012 chance that they were going to actually call me back for this, I should do a song I want to do, not something I think is right for them.
I did a voice lesson yesterday to prepare and made acting choices that I thought brought the comedy out of this song, and I felt ready. When I arrived at exactly the time they said sign ups begin (and NO ONE was to come any earlier!) there was already a line wrapped around the corner. Fortunately, I found free parking across the street and shuffled to the line with my bag full of snacks, water, nom jiom pei pa koa, and a camp chair. When numbers were passed out, I was #168. Holding that paper felt like the golden ticket to the Chocolate Factory. I was in. I would for sure be auditioning for Wicked today!
I made some comments to the guy and girl in front of me about the impossibility of them casting from an open call and they seemed deflated, saying that there’s always a chance! I wanted to logically explain to them why it would not work, but then I realized I’m an asshole and should shut my cynical mouth. By the time I reached the studio I was sure my vocal warmups were irrelevant by now, so I stepped into a dance studio and began pacing, warming up, and stepping outside to sing my 16 bars. My high notes were still in check and things sounded good. I continued this for another hour or so until my group was called.
We were told not to waste any time, just say hello, and give the tempo to the accompanist. So what did I do? I made an insipid joke and then proceeded to tell the CD that he looked familiar, and did he cast Spiderman?? Shut up already, Brittany. The pianist began and the first bar he played was most definitely not the first bar of the song. I hit the notes right anyways (it helps to be able to sing the song in your sleep) and launched into my performance. The CD? Well, he looked up twice, and both times I was staring right at him, acting the crap out of the song to the top of his head. The pianist? I was worried he wouldn’t be able to play the music. He played fine. But apparently was not aware there was a soft pedal on the piano because the playing was so loud I have huge doubt that the CD was able to hear me belting at the top of my lungs. I finished, thanked them, and walked out. I took a moment to breathe outside the room, and when I got to my car I went over it all.
Final analysis? I’m happy with what I did. I tore it up regardless of the chances of my getting called back. I did what I wanted to do, I showed up and I delivered. That’s all I can do. Maybe I’ll start auditioning more with no strings attached. I think I like it.