|
Post by ! n i c on Feb 5, 2009 18:40:53 GMT 10
c a s t
the supernatural ,, Oberon (King of Fairies)
Titania (Queen of Fairies)
Puck (Hobgoblin or Robin Goodfellow, servant to Oberon)
Special skills: ability to play some sort of flute or recorder would be nice
Titania's servants
Fairies (Wedding Guests) Twenty-five mixed gender dancers to play the other fairies and the wedding guests in the last scene.
the lovers ,,
Lysander (beloved of Hermia)
Hermia (beloved of Lysander, engaged to Demetrius)
Helena (In love with Demetrius)
Demetrius (in love with Hermia but then falls in love with Helena later on. Engaged to Hermia)
Theseus (Duke of Athens)
Hippolyta (Queen of the Amazons and betrothed of Theseus)
the mechanicals ,,
Peter Quince (carpenter, who leads the troupe)
Nick Bottom (weaver; he plays Pyramus and gets a donkey head put on him by Puck)
Francis Flute (the bellows-mender who plays Thisbe)
Robin Starveling (the tailor who plays Moonshine)
Tom Snout (the tinker who plays the wall)
Snug (the joiner who plays the lion)
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
|
|
|
Post by ! n i c on Feb 5, 2009 19:13:07 GMT 10
a u d i t i o n
To audition, simply fill out the form bellow.
the audition piece The audition piece is simply like the writing sample on an application, but it describes your character auditioning for the show. It must be between 200 and 500 words. If it is longer, I will stop reading after 500.
The audition peice should include them doing one of the following: » A shakespeare peice » Singing a song » Performing a dance
[b]Name:[/b] [b]Grade:[/b] [b]First Preference:[/b] [b]Second Preference: [/b] [b]Audition Piece:[/b]
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
|
|
|
Post by ella clemintine torres . on Feb 7, 2009 20:08:37 GMT 10
Name: Ella Torres Grade: Sophomore First Preference: Helena Second Preference: Mustardseed Audition Piece: “Ella Torres.” The youth introduced herself as she stood in the middle of the stage. Eying the judges nervously. “I’d like to perform Helena, from act two, scene two.” She offered a smile as the auditioners nodded and informed her she could start when she was ready. Auditions always made Ella nervous. No matter how often she did it. Ella took a deep breath, taking a moment to drop neutral and pick up the character of Helena. She brushed her hair back on her face, and looked down at her feet. Making sure she knew her opening lines, before looking up again, to signal she was about to start.
“O..” she She looked up, closing her eyes for a moment. “I am tired of this fond chase.” Her voice adopted the rounded accent that was expected by most when reciting Shakespeare. Her tone dejected, weary and even desperate. “The more my prayer, the lesser my Grace.” She raised a hand to her throat, resting it there for a moment. As if trying to sooth a fast beating heart. She sniffed a little, as if trying to compose herself. “Happy is Hermia, wheresoe’er she lies.” Her tone changed slightly, to a would be dignified voice. “For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.”
Quickly, anger flashed across her face. Any pretence of trying to be happy for ‘Hermia’ leaving. “How came her eyes so bright?” Ella spat, glaring and close to tears. “Not with salt tears:” she added bitterly, looking down. “If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers.” She looked up, trying to steady her voice. Convince herself that having ‘clean’ eyes was a desirable trait to have. “No, no,” Ella gave up, defeated. She couldn’t convince herself that she was better. “I’m as ugly as a bear.” Her bottom lip quivered, as she found herself close to tears. “For beasts that meet me run away for fear!” She yelled, working herself up now.
“Therefore no marvel though Demetrius Do, as a monster fly my presence thus. What wicked and dissembling glass of mine Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne?” With each word, Ella seemed to be getting more and more worked up. Emotions that ‘Helena’ would have been bottling up through the entire first act bursting forth. However her rant was paused, as she noticed something on the floor near her. “But who is here?” She took a timid step in it’s direction, sniffing. “Lysander! on the ground!” She exclaimed, a little shocked. “Dead? or asleep?” She bent down, to get a closer look.
“I see no blood, no wound..” She bit her lip, standing back up and raising her voice. “Lysander if you live, good sir, awake.” Her voice quivered slightly, as though scared he might not wake. Ella paused her stance for a moment. Signalling the end of her scene. She then turned and smiled faintly. “Thank you.” With a small nod, she left the stage.
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
|
|
|
Post by virginia anne pike . on Jul 2, 2009 2:25:57 GMT 10
Name: Virginia Anne Pike Grade: Freshman First Preference: Puck Second Preference: Helena Audition Piece:
Virginia took a deep breath, hearing her name called to be the next one in. She had been standing, pacing, going through her monologue in her head for the past ten minutes. Although she had done plenty of auditions before, this one was different. This was her first play in college. High school was a sham now, this was the real thing. Virginia had told herself not to be disappointed if she didn't get a lead part, seeing that she was a freshman and no one really knew her. But there was always that little piece in her that said 'go big or go home.' It didn't help matters that this was her favorite Shakespeare play of all time. She took another breath and pushed open the stage doors, finding herself on an empty stage with three professors looking up at her from the audience. It was as if her troubles melted away. This was what she did, this was her and she had the confidence that would pull her through. She reminded herself that the directors were just people too and without another second to waste, she opened her mouth and begin to speak.
"Hello. My name is Virginia Pike and I will be doing Ariel's monologue from The Tempest." She introduced herself with confidence and a hint of spunk. Looking off to her right, she took a second to get focused and then began what was usually the most important part of the audition. She laughed, reacting to the imaginary people in the scene with her. Her entire body had crouched over, in a mystical, evil looking way. "You are three men of sin, whom Destiny, That hath to instrument this lower world And what is in't, the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up you; and on this island Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; And even with such-like valour men hang and drown Their proper selves."
She was beyond focused, she was in the scene. Virginia's eyes switched between the imaginary people that she had set and continued the dark, sinister character. After a little bit more of doing the monologue, she heard a director yelling stop and immediately stood up straight and smiled. "Thank you." She said politely.
"Do you play the flute or recorder?" She heard a voice coming from one of them, she couldn't see which since they were in the shadows.
"No, but I am more than happy to learn." She said with a smile and a little laugh. Just be confident, that's what its all about. They dismissed her and Virginia left the stage, pleased with her performance.
|
|
|
Post by prescott elliot kingsley on Jul 8, 2009 21:33:39 GMT 10
Name: Prescott Kingsley Grade: Sophomore First Preference: Demetrius Second Preference: Lysander Audition Piece: This was important to him. This was the reason why he had come to Seattle Bay in the first place. Theatre was not just another triumph in his life; it was his life: he loved acting and it was something he actually had a chance at. He stood behind the curtain with the other hopefuls who were auditioning today, waiting, practicing his lines in soft whispers under his breath. Prescott looked up briefly, feeling butterflies (which he rarely felt) as his name was called from in front of the curtain. Taking a deep, calming breath, he walked on stage.
"I'm Prescott," he introduced himself, trying not to squint in the lights that were fixed directly on him. "I'll be performing Demetrius, from Act 2, Scene 1," a simple nod was the answer he got to proceed. He took another breath for reassurance. He had to do this. He was going to do this. You'll do fine, Prescott, he told himself in his mind before starting.
Suddenly, everything went blank. What was his first line? He had less than a second to speak as he opened his mouth. Everyone looked at him expectantly. He managed to speak his first line clearly and loudly, projecting to the back of the theater as he had been told to do so many times.
"I love thee not, therefore pursue me not," he recited. All at once, all of his lines came back to him. He remembered it all. It was like he belonged up here, on this stage, where he was at this moment. "Where is Lysander and fair Hermia?" He spoke each word differently, pronounced each to its full extent. 'Demetrius's irritation was clear in his tone, and Prescott was just getting into it. "The one I slay, the other slayeth me.Thou told'st me they were stolen unto this wood; and here am I, and wode within this wood."
Prescott slowed his speaking pace a bit, saying, "Because I cannot meet my Hermia." He wanted to show how, in the first act at the very least, Demetrius was deeply in love with Hermia. He did not want Helena; he wanted to be with his love and only his love. His expression was forlorn, he was yearning for Hermia, and then it changed into an expression of agitation. "Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more."
He walked a bit further, his expression puzzled, like he was trying to understand something. "Do I entice you? He turned around, as if speaking to an imaginary Helena."Or rather, do I not in plainest truth, tell you," he paused. "I do not, nor I cannot love you?" He paused in his position, for a moment, then turned to face the audience's direction. "Thank you." He nodded, turned, and walked off the stage.
|
|