Extol February-March 2018 | Page 24

experience Not Throwing Away My Shot My experience auditioning for Derby Dinner Playhouse BY REMY SISK | PHOTOS BY CHRISTIAN WATSON A S A M U S I C A L T H E AT RE AC TO R i n Kentuckiana, I have often wondered what it would be like to be on the stage of Derby Dinner Playhouse, the region’s preeminent dinner theatre. The quality of Derby productions is always top-notch, from their technical production value to their supremely talented casts. I’d thought about auditioning at Derby’s periodic open calls on multiple occasions, but for whatever reason – I thought I wasn’t good enough, I thought there wasn’t a role for me, etc. – I had backed out each time. However, at their recent January call, one of the auditionees was a semi-awkward 26-year-old tenor whose palms were sweaty and 22 EXTOL • FEBRUARY/MARCH 2018 water bottle was almost empty upon arrival…in other words, it was me. I have a problem that many musical theatre performers can likely relate to: I am not great at auditioning. I can sing my song well, do my monologue proficiently and look natural the whole time while at home, with a coach or in the car, but the second you put me in front of a table of individuals judging my ability, I overthink the song, fumble the monologue and look uncomfortable doing both. But this audition wasn’t for a smaller local company; it was for Derby Dinner Playhouse, a professional theatre where, if I were to be cast, I would be able to call myself a paid, working actor. With that knowledge, I resolved to make this audition my best in years. Derby’s criteria for an audition is a one-minute monologue as well as 16 bars of music or one full song – both fairly standard. My monologue choice was easy. I have one that I’ve used on a few different occasions, and I knew it was the one I wanted to perform. It’s from the groundbreaking play “The Laramie Project” and is spoken by a college student who recounts getting into an argument with his parents when he tells them he’ll be auditioning for “Angels in America.” The monologue fits me, as it’s meant