That's the Oasis.

Hi, lovelies!!! Completely exhausted at this point. But, I thought I should give some information concerning my audition...last night? Whatever night that was. I swear, they're all blending into a blur because my days are the same.

Anyway, it was awesome. I had ALL FIVE of them chuckling during my comedic monologue, which is kind of the point, I suppose. Also, I didn't kill my knee until after (I'll explain in a moment). The dramatic one could have gone a bit better, but I memorized that thing in a day. Less than a day. I didn't start memorizing until after rehearsal had ended on Tuesday. I'm getting way good at this, by the way. Should be a bit terrifying how fast my brain is starting to just click with this whole acting thing but it's just exhilarating for now. Also, I'm well aware of how much I can learn but that's all I'm doing and it's so nice to just have me hands-on-learning again. But I did react and I think that's why my favorite line from The Alchemist is "That's the oasis." It's not the most profound and it's not the most interesting thing that I say, but I am reacting and responding to the other actors instead of just telling my story, which is why I hate monologues. They're completely taken out of context and you have to imagine what has been going on previously. I suppose that's why they're a good thing to audition with but at the same time, ugh. There is no clear context. I like the context and the responding and auditioning monologues frustrate me because there is neither of those two in reality with auditioning monologues.

So about the knee thing. I've explained that I'm a very physical actor, yes? Well, for the Twelfth Night monologue, there's this part where Viola says "O Time, thou must untangle this, not I; it is far too hard a knot for me to untie". On the O Time part, I just dropped to my knees one time when I was practicing it for my audition for Midsummer and I decided that that was a good call. When I auditioned, I didn't realize the floor was concrete and I hit it hard enough for me to forget what the rest of the lines were after O Time because it hurt like a motherless goat. I also gasped out the O Time in a pain filled wheeze.
This time, in an effort to not completely bruise up my knee again (I apparently lead with the right one), I bent my knees a bit and then dropped. Much less painful even though I still had to shake out my legs. So, there I was, feeling all pleased with myself  that I hadn't bruised my knees. Later that night when I tried to jump up on my bed (it requires a bit of a launch), I apparently pulled my right knee up a bit too far and I slammed it into my bedframe.
Let me tell you. That hurt. That was excruciating. I started hollering and writhing on my bed and I have no idea what I said other than at one point I did say "Son of a motherless goat who has no uncle". And thus, I still managed to bruise my right knee up that night because I am incredibly clumsy.
Oh, and the audition for the student film is this Saturday. I'm thinking of doing my Twelfth Night one again (as it seems to be becoming my go to monologue) and also something actually from TV or film. Hey, the person wants contrasting. TO MY SEARCH FOR MONOLOGUES!!!!!!!

When I find out if callback is yay or nay, I'll let y'all know. A bientot!!