A few Fridays ago we tried out for the play,
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I did my hair and make-up in a way so that I looked as old as I could, then put on my tall shoes. At this audition, we were given just a few minutes to look at scripts, then we went in to see the judges. There were seven or eight other people in the room, all older than me except for a girl, Olivia's age, trying out to be the flower girl. The judges had us introduce ourselves and say about our dark side. That was hard for me, since I am I not really dark, but I just said I am a writer and can use words to be very dark and persuasive if I wanted to. Then I was told to stand up and read the script with one of the boys. Since it takes place in London, I spoke with an English accept. I was actually the only one who did that. I spoke clearly and with the personality they said that character had, and used big actions, even pushing the boy I was with before angrily pretending to take out a gun. There was a second script, and they had the other people get up for a second time to read that. Not me. They said we only had three minutes and they had seen enough of me. I was torn between thinking that I did really good, since they told Adam that before he became Peter Pan, or thinking that they didn't think I was good enough. On the way out the door, all the girls were supposed to flirt with the guys to see if they fit the part of another specific character, then we left.
It nearly killed me! We had to wait until 8 o'clock Monday morning until we found out who made it (though the lady said she usually posted it at 11 PM Sunday)! It was all I could think about all weekend. Ironically, Rachel was the one who had no hope whatsoever of making it, and I was so excited, thinking that
maybe I was good enough to get a part. Ha. Rachel and I stayed up until past 11, waiting, but we didn't find out till the next morning (my mom had found out when we went to bed that we were looking on the wrong page of the website, but didn't tell us). She came into my room and sat on my bed slowly. I knew. In the end, I didn't make it, and Adam and Rachel did. There were over seventy people trying out with only twenty parts, over half of those being male parts. Actually my siblings are village people, which are different than the other parts. I didn't know about those parts, and I am guessing they are like the ensemble that I have always been in for GFAA. Although it was disappointing for me, I am so proud of them. A few days later, though, one of the judges pulled me aside and said that I actually did really well. He didn't get to choose, but the director must have thought I didn't look like exactly what she pictured. I was grateful he said that when he did, since I was with a bunch of kids who were all talking about their parts in the play.
The Thursday after those try-outs, Grandma Lundgreen came to see Adam and Rachel in P
eter Pan and Wendy with us. A few months ago, when they tried out, they were just hoping to get in, and we had been shocked to see that Adam was actually Peter Pan! Rachel was Chloe the Mermaid. They were so good! And who would have known that Adam had such great talent? We had so much fun, and Adam and Rachel shall surely never forget it.
Oh how we love the stage!
