The Contrast

The Contrast
Lift Big, Sing Big, Look Great Doing It.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015


As a professional actor/singer who currently lives in an area where performing opportunities, although quite delightful, are not abundant. So I find myself frequently combing through the audition tabs of local (and not so local) theatre companies in case they've released an audition notice.

And when I see an audition notice, my heart starts to palpitate. I look over what show it is, what roles are available, and if I see something I know I'd be perfect for, I literally start to get the tingles.

I'm not perfect by any means, but I know what I do well. Tall, sing at a high level, good on stage. In the right role I'll not only do well, I'LL THRIVE. And when I see these golden apples fall across my lap, I know that I must pick it up, unhinge my jaw and bite!

I just found a great audition opportunity that works perfectly with not only my current rehearsal performance schedule but also would tie in VERY well with my current travel goals. I'm excited about this and feel like I have a very good chance of at least having a GOOD appearance for the company.


I don't particularly like "competition." I've certainly never done well in vocal competitions. I feel like they only really get one piece of what I offer. But when somebody trains hard at what they do (for me it's singing, acting, looking good on stage via lifting heavy weights) then they've got a certain NEED to demonstrate their work and pit it against others in a competitive environment.

For me, it's auditions...

I don't think I'm better than anybody. I'm not worth more, my voice isn't perfect, I've got long limbs and a dopey grin. But, in the audition room my goal is to try and convince you that if you did NOT cast me, you'd be missing out on something special. I don't want to leave any question marks in their mind, because I know that if I leave even a hint of "what if" floating in the air, then they are going to go with a safer bet. Somebody they know. Somebody that somebody knows. Right now I'm a no-name, they have to throw the dice and see if it lands on snake eyes, hope that I'm not an insane person, difficult to work with. I have to prove that all within minutes of them seeing me perform.

Those seconds feel like hours, my heart races. You walk in trying to demonstrate an air of affability while exuding confidence and professionalism - but not seem like you're "faking it" or "trying to hard." It's a very odd presentation of yourself. Going in there to prove that YOU can be more than just YOU, that you can in fact be somebody else and do it exceptionally well. Confusing as hell to say the least, but remarkable in it's own way.

There have been a lot of really great auditions as of late, but then there is the occasional mediocre or even bad audition that makes my skin craaawwwllll. And as much as I love the good auditions, the ones that went poorly will always be the ones I remember the most. They're carved into my heart - I'll take away lessons from those awkward rooms for the rest of my life. And after each bad audition I slink away, licking my wounds, gathering up the strength and hunger to attack it one. more. time.

Until Next Time...stay hungry, and as always...

Lift Big, Sing Big, and Look Great Doing It.

The Opera Bro

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