There I was, sitting as an auditor for placement auditions when a young girl came in. She was fourteen and wearing Pants You Can't Sit Down In (with her thumbs stuck through the belt loops as she spoke), a tight top, and huge hoop earrings that said "baby girl" in the middle of them. She, of the five students I saw audition, was the only one who had chosen an appropriate piece of text for an audition, but was also the only one who had made absolutely no attempt at character. Freshly memorized, you see.
These atrocities aside, she was actually auditioning for an advanced musical theatre class. There's not any text-based acting in those, just more complicated songs and choreography. So she didn't do much by way of preparation...can she dance? She was given a combination to perform. As she started, she said "Wait, I'd better put my hair up." When she did, she revealed not one, but two hickeys. A matched set. Hickeys. At an audition! HICKEYS! Baby girl, indeed.
Even better was that when I walked out of the audition room I saw the person who had given her the hickeys. He was also auditioning for advanced musical theatre. He was also sporting a matched set of hickeys. He's fifteen...and the high school assistant in one of my creative drama classes.
We don't have a teacher's lounge at the drama school, but we do just as much gossiping.
Posted by Ida at December 19, 2003 02:10 PMWhy are you hatin' on hickies?
Posted by: flamingbanjo at December 19, 2003 08:02 PMHickeys will grow and become a second head that will take over your first head. And no one will cast you.
(Although you'll still be able to get into advanced musical theatre.)
Posted by: Ida at December 22, 2003 01:30 PM