Each year, a whole mess of theater companies in town get together and hold joint auditions for the upcoming year. Each year, I forget about it until it is too late. But not this year. June 12 & 13 at Stages, by appointment only, register by June 4.
Here is the full info, and here is the audition form in .pdf.
This is a non-musical audition (drat), but many of the companies do musicals, and have call-back auditions later. This’ll at least get you on their radar.
My friend Maìre O’Brien was in town for an audition with HGO this week. I picked her up at Hobby Monday as was taking her to Goode Company Barbeque (motto: “You should give considerable thought to thanking your lucky stars you’re in Texas.” Agreed.). As we pulled up to the stoplight of MacGregor and 288, there was a guy with a sign saying “Hungry…please help” and some other things. The odd thing was, he was talking on his cell phone! He tried to turn so we couldn’t see it, but I just started laughing. He grinned, shrugged, and continued talking on the phone.
Unable to go back to sleep at 5:30 thanks to the < sarcasm > lovely< /sarcasm > chattering of the birds outside my window, I reorganized my quotes page…it was that or finish cleaning up the guest room, so which would win out was a forgone conclusion. Besides, Maìre doesn’t get here for another 10 hours.
One of my friends from the LBJ School, Dan Benavides, took his life last week. Dan was an incredibly kind and thoughtful man. We had a lot of fun in Austin playing racquetball and poker and joking in the Hobby/Keel PRP. Dan was an Assistant DA in Dallas, and was making a difference.
He called me the week before, and we played phone tag, but he never said what was wrong…just asked me to pray for him.
I did, and I am. I don’t know what was torturing him…I just know that he didn’t have to go to this extreme.
To everyone: please, please, please!!!! If you ever think about hurting yourself, call me or someone else before acting. I beg of you.
And say a prayer for Dan.
Today is the day that I and other Christians observe the death of Jesus. We remember the ultimate sacrifice that He made on behalf of every single person on this planet. I am reminded of my own selfishness and egotism and am greatly ashamed.
There are those that I have wronged, and for that I am truly sorry.
Just as Easter announces the hope of new birth, I hope I can become a better steward of the gifts I have been given and use them not for my own selfish ends, but to help others.