Thursday, April 2, 2009

Oh, us.

House Team auditions tonight.

Oh, House Teams. Here we are again. I remember when you were just a thought in a status meeting. “Maybe one day we’ll offer students and alumni a slot to perform and get performance experience.” No, it’ll never happen!

But it did! And I walked into those auditions like any meek and awkward 20 year old would. And finding out I placed on a team was the most exciting part of all. And then I heard adolescent 19-year-old, level 2 Evan was being placed on my team, too! And I couldn’t be happier.

That first run was rough… but fun at the time, but I wouldn’t want to watch it again. Building 19. Oh, how I enjoyed you Building 19. But every term must end, and auditions happen once again and each time a round of auditions happens – the better and better your audition gets. The easier it is to walk in and be like “Fuck yea, I can do this!” but it’s exciting and nerve wracking nonetheless.

So many good teams I have auditioned for and placed on. Building 19, of course, but there were more… there was the A-Wipes, Falcor the Destroyer, Rules for a Reason, The High 5 Gang, Grocer’s Back Alley (we don’t need to talk about that one…) and of course, The Leather Gang. And there are even more I’m missing and can’t remember. Oh, each of you hold a special place in my heart. We’ve won some, we’ve lost some along the way. Some I miss, some I don’t. But all the same.

I’ve auditioned probably 7 or 8 times over the past two years for House Teams alone. And at the rate I’m going, I’ll probably audition another 7 or 8 more times. I will never leave. I am officially the “hag of the House Teams”. I’ll be the lady that everyone’s heard about, and can’t wait to see if I’m actually real and not just a tall tale. I’ll have new blood to tell stories to… “Back when I was in Level 3, you know, six years ago…” All my friends will have come and gone and moved on with their lives, and I’ll be stuck in time forever, with my one and only, The House Teams.

No… what are you doing? No, I can’t leave. Norm, Jeremy, stop it. I can’t leave. I’ll never leave! You can’t make me! No! Don’t replace me with that Level 4 psycho! She’ll never wear appropriate footwear like I will! She’ll never fall off a chair and nearly kill herself for the sake of improv like me! No! Don’t do this!


... so that's where I'm spending my night. And you?

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