http://stickittotheme.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] stickittotheme.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2006-02-18 09:13 am
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School Auditorium: Auditions, beginning Noonish.

The lights are up up on the stage, and Dewey sits in the middle of the center aisle of seats, a notebook and pen in hand, and his iPod at the ready in case there are any lulls in auditions.

Yes, that is seriously how low-key Dewey has set up auditions. Get up on stage and do your monologue and sing your song, and you shall be properly auditioned.

[ooc: Wait for OCD! OCD up! Audition to your heart's content!]

Re: Audition: Act and Sing!

[identity profile] ihatedenmark.livejournal.com 2006-02-18 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
*Hamlet loves drama and even though he still doesn't know who this "Shakespeare" guy is, he just wants to be involved with theatre again. He's pretty good, and handles the strange dialogue as if it were his natural speech. Which it is, except for his mun's inability to write it well.*

This would be part of a dissertation by Jacques of Ardennes, a well-known melancholic courtier of the Elizabethian era.

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.


[OOC: As You Like It, Act II, Scene vii. I saw that play performed last night. ^-^]

Re: Audition: Act and Sing!

[identity profile] ihatedenmark.livejournal.com 2006-02-18 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
*He takes a deep breath and then goes into the singing part of the audition. This is the weaker of his two skills, and he know it. He's okay and can keep a tune, but it's not a spectacular performance or anything.*

I’m only happy when it rains
I’m only happy when it’s complicated
And though I know you can’t appreciate it
I’m only happy when it rains
You know I love it when the news is bad
Why it feels so good to feel so sad
I’m only happy when it rains

Pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me
Pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me

I’m only happy when it rains
I feel good when things are going wrong
I only listen to the sad, sad songs
I’m only happy when it rains

I only smile in the dark
My only comfort is the night gone black
I didn’t accidentally tell you that
I’m only happy when it rains
You’ll get the message by the time I’m through
When I complain about me and you
I’m only happy when it rains

Pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me
Pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me
Pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me
Pour your misery down
You can keep me company
As long as you don’t care

I’m only happy when it rains
You wanna hear about my new obsession?
I’m riding high upon a deep depression
I’m only happy when it rains

Pour some misery down on me
I’m only happy when it rains...