I caught a redeye from Salt Lake City to NYC where I will be until Friday morning. Why? Because I’m clearly insane.
In all seriousness, I have an audition tomorrow. For the Met.
I’ve been called back for a show I auditioned for four years ago. You can read about that audition and I’ll tell you about tomorrow’s once I get on the other side of it.
How do I think I’ll do? Impossible to say. They are looking at a lot of puppeteers tomorrow. As much depends on body type as skillset for this role. Am I nervous? Yes.
But… it’s the Met. Just being able to say the sentence, “I’m auditioning for the Met” is incredibly, amazingly, cool.
One more time.
I’m auditioning for the Met.
Edited to add: I had a great time, didn’t get the part, and you can read how the audition went.
Ohmygoodness, that’s fantastic! Good luck with your audition.
I remember reading about that audition! A lot has happened in four years… :). I don’t know if theater rules apply to puppeteers, but if so, I hope you break both legs.
Good luck, Mary.
I am living vicariously through you, Mary. To be auditioning for the Met is a truly amazing life experience.
This is how I feel about it. While I’d love to land the part, it almost doesn’t matter right now because it’s The Met.
Good Luck!
Break a leg! *fingers crossed*
Thanks, all!
Break a leg…or rod…or whatever would be appropriate to break!
Sherrill Milnes told me that in opera they consider finding a bent nail in the set is good luck.
I’ll be very French today and wish you merde (in a good way).
Fingers are crossed! (makes it hard to type!)