Dear Prospective Conservatory Student,
We are excited that you are considering studying and performing with us here at Actor's Academy
for the Performing Arts! We have a fantastic line-up of classes, teachers and performances. As you
know, all of our conservatory programs are by audition only. So you can be as prepared as possible,
the following is a list of things you need to know for your audition.
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Please arrive ten minutes early for your audition.
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Plan to spend one hour for Auditions and this will be conducted by the Artistic Director,
Michelle Romeo, or other relevant staff.
Please Prepare:
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One monologue ranging in length from one to three minutes. We have included several
monologues in case you cannot find one on your own.
(The monologue must be memorized!)
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16-32 bars of a musical theatre song of your choice. Please be prepared to sing this acapella
(without musical accompaniment)
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Optional: (If you have had dance training or are a dancer by nature I would recommend you
presenting a short dance ranging from 30 seconds to one minute in length (at least 32 counts).
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A short interview will be conducted following your prepared pieces. Have an idea of what you
want to focus on in your time in Rep. (i.e. acting, voice, dance). What do you want to learn this
year? Be prepared to talk about your strengths and weaknesses as a performer.
And remember to have fun!
This is an audition, but that does not mean we want to see anything from you besides who you
really are. Be comfortable, be relaxed; we want to see you succeed. It's okay to be nervous, but
we'll do our best to create an inviting atmosphere in which your talents can easily be shared. So
don't stress too much!
If you don't know where to find audition material, we have some suggestions enclosed. For any
other questions you have, please feel free to call. Thanks for considering us to help further your preprofessional training in the arts!
Sincerely,
Michelle Romeo
Artistic Director
Daisy Fay and the Miracle Man
By Fannie Flagg
Dr. Clyde told Momma that my tonsils would have to come out and that it would be a snap. He talked
about the ice cream I could eat and what fun it would be, and Momma took me to the Rexall and bought
me a Sparkle Plenty doll.
When I got to the hospital, Dr. Clyde promised me my momma and daddy would be with me the whole
time. Then they put me on this table and rolled me down the hall. I was OK until we got to these two big
screen doors and my momma and daddy were told they would have to wait outside. I sat right up when I
heard that. Momma and daddy were looking scared, but those people in the hospital rolled me in the
room alone and closed the doors.
Then some other people with masks started fooling around and tried to take my Sparkle Plenty doll away.
They asked if I was catholic, and then they put this strainer on my face and tried to kill me with ether, one
of the worst-smelling things I have ever smelled in my life.
When I heard a commotion outside the door, I tried to get up, but five against a little child is not fair. It
was the worst experience of my life. I heard bells sirens and saw terrible things. I dreamed a story about a
musician with a magic stick that scared me to death.
I found out later that as I was being rolled into the operating room Momma turned to say something to
Daddy, but Daddy had run down to the end of the hall and shut himself in a telephone booth. Some
doctors got him out and gave him a shot, he was so upset. I love him, but Daddy isn’t much help in a real
life crisis.
Don’t ever let the fool you with that ice cream stuff, I couldn’t even taste it and did not want it to boot.
After I got my strength back, I opened up the head of my Sparkle Plenty doll and pulled the eyes out.
Grandma Pettibone came over to the hospital and fanned me with a bingo card and I got to miss school,
but other than that the hospital was a pain.
Picture Me
by Margery Kreitman
AUDREY: (Singing, off stage) “RING Around the Rosie, Pocket full of – “Rosie?” Rosie are you still here?
(Child in pajamas runs in, panicked) Ros-ie! You’re still here ! Oh, I am so glad! (Climb’s up on Rosie’s lap)
Rosie I had a bad dream. ‘Member when we went to the amusement park that time and we were looking
in those funny mirrors? Well I dreamed we were there again. In the beginning, we were laughing and
being silly, seeing ourselves real fat and short and then, real, real skinny and tall. But then…we went to
this next mirror. First I looked. It was the same me as always. No different. I did not get it. I thought
maybe it was a joke like the one that is inside the empty cage at the zoo. “The Most Dangerous Animal on
Earth”, it says over it. And when you look into the mirror, you see yourself. But this one, this one didn’t
have a sign or anything. And it wasn’t a cage. Anyway it was your turn. You went up to the same mirror
and you stood right in front , just like I did. Only this time it was different, cause, cause nobody was
looking back! The mirror was blank. It was really strange. You thought it was somekind of trick. So the
next time we both stood in front of it together. And the same thing happened! I was there in the mirror
but you weren’t. So, then you went right up close to it, to see if you could see what the trick was, and then
the strangest thing happened of all. You disappeared! Right intot he mirror! Just like Alice in Wonderland!
But it wasn’t funny this time. It was scary. I hated it. I just wanted to wake up. I screamed, really, really,
really loud. “Hekp! Help!” But nobody heard me. Then I screamed again “Help! Help! Somebody Come!”
But nobody came. (A beat) And then I woke up.
Mike
Mike finds silly his mother’s and her friends’ “girl talk
When my Mom has her friends over, they all get in the kitchen and drink coffee and talk about stupid
junk. And they all talk at the same time, and I have to go to my room and close the door because their
voices make this terrible sound like a bunch of gerbils. And they say kids make noise. Give me a break! At
least kids don’t go talking real fast and loud at the same time about nothing.
And they always talk about how everything is cute, ya know. Like cute dresses and cute hats and cute
shoes.
My mom said she saw this cute dress and that it would be cute for my sister, Ann, to wear because she is
going to a big wedding. She said it would look cute with some cute shoes she saw and this cute purse. She
said Ann would be like the cutest girl at that wedding because she would be wearing all this cute stuff and
would have her hair fixed cute too. All of Mom’s friends said that it really sounded cute. Sometimes I think
mom and her friends are spaced.
I asked Dad about all the cute talk and he didn’t say anything. He just stared off real glassy eyed like he
does when Mom talks to him about having her mother move in with us.
You’re A Good Man Charlie Brown
Charlie Brown: I think lunchtime is about the worst time of day for me. Always having to sit here alone.
Of course, sometimes, mornings aren't so pleasant either. Waking up and wondering if anyone would
really miss me if I never got out of bed. Then there's the night, too. Lying there and thinking about all the
stupid things I've done during the day. And all those hours in between when I do all those stupid things.
Well, lunchtime is among the worst times of the day for me. Well, I guess I'd better see what I've got.
Peanut butter. Some psychiatrists say that people who eat peanut butter sandwiches are lonely...I guess
they're right. And when you're really lonely, the peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth. There's
that cute little red-headed girl eating her lunch over there. I wonder what she would do if I went over and
asked her if I could sit and have lunch with her?...She'd probably laugh right in my face...it's hard on a face
when it gets laughed in. There's an empty place next to her on the bench. There's no reason why I
couldn't just go over and sit there. I could do that right now. All I have to do is stand up...I'm standing
up!...I'm sitting down. I'm a coward. I'm so much of a coward, she wouldn't even think of looking at me.
She hardly ever does look at me. In fact, I can't remember her ever looking at me. Why shouldn't she look
at me? Is there any reason in the world why she shouldn't look at me? Is she so great, and I'm so small,
that she can't spare one little moment?...SHE'S LOOKING AT ME!! SHE'S LOOKING AT ME!! (he puts his
lunchbag over his head.) ...Lunchtime is among the worst times of the day for me. If that little red-headed
girl is looking at me with this stupid bag over my head she must think I'm the biggest fool alive. But, if she
isn't looking at me, then maybe I could take it off quickly and she'd never notice it. On the other hand...I
can't tell if she's looking, until I take it off! Then again, if I never take it off I'll never have to know if she
was looking or not. On the other hand...it's very hard to breathe in here. (he removes his sack) Whew!
She's not looking at me! I wonder why she never looks at me? Oh well, another lunch hour over
with...only 2,863 to go.
Peter Pan by James Barrie
PETER: Tink where are you? Quick close the window (It closes) bar it! (The bar slams down) Now when
Wendy comes she will think her mother has barred her out; and she will have to go back with me.
(Tinkerbell sulks)
Now Tink you and I must go out by the door.
(Doors however are confusing things to those who are used to windows, and he is puzzled when he finds that
this one does not open to the firmament. He tries another, and sees the piano player)
It's Wendy's mother! (Tink pops on his shoulder and they peep together)
She is a pretty lady, but not so pretty as my mother. (This is a pure guess) She is making the box say come
home Wendy. You will never see Wendy again lady for the window is barred! (He flutters about the room
joyously like a bird but has to return to the door.)
She has laid her head down on the box. There are two wet things sitting on her eyes. As soon as they go
away another two come and sit on her eyes.
(She is heard moaning “Wendy, Wendy, Wendy…”)
She wants me to unbar the window but I won't. She's awfully fond of Wendy. I'm fond of her too. We can't
both have her, lady! (A funny feeling comes over him)
Come on, Tink. We don't want any silly mothers.
Alice in Wonderland
Adapted by Craig Slaight from the novel by Lewis Carroll
Well! after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll all think me
at home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the house! I wonder how many
miles I've fallen by this time? I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that
would be four thousand miles down, I think. Yes, that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what
Latitude or Longitude I've got to? I wonder if I shall fall right THROUGH the earth! How funny it'll seem to
come out among the people that walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think----but I shall
have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. “Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or
Australia?” (She tries to curtsey) And what an ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never
do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere. (She continues to fall ever downward) Dinah'll miss
me very much to-night, I should think! I hope they'll remember her saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah my
dear! I wish you were down here with me! There are no mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you might catch a
bat, and that's very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder? (Sleepily)Do cats eat bats? Do
cats eat bats? Do bats eat cats? (Dozing off) Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?
Little Women
Adapted by Roger Wheeler from the novel by Louisa May Alcott
AMY: (Reading) Ma Chere Mamma, We are all well I do my lessons always and never corroborate the girls
— Meg says I mean contradick so I put in both words and you can take the properest. Meg is a great
comfort to me and lets me have jelly every night at tea its so good for me Jo says because it keeps me
sweet tempered. Laurie is not as respeckful as he ought to be now I am almost in my teens, he calls me
Chick and hurts my feelings. The sleeves of my blue dress were all worn out, and Meg put in new ones,
but the full front came wrong and they are more blue than the dress. I felt bad but did not fret I bear my
troubles well but I do wish Hannah would put more starch in my aprons and have buckwheats every day.
Can’t she?
(Turns to MEG and shows her the letter)
Didn’t I make that interrogation point nice?
(Continues to read the letter)
Meg says my punchtuation and spelling are disgraceful and I am mortyfied but dear me I have so many
things to do, I can’t stop. Adieu, I send heaps of love to Papa. Your affectionate daughter . . . AMY CURTIS
MARCH
KRISTEN
Kristen loves pets. Here she describes her menagerie.
My dog’s name is Fluffy. I call him Fluffy because he fell in the dryer when he was a puppy and his
fur got all weird and fuzzy. Kittywitty, my cat, I found in a dumpster on a vacant lot. She’s real skinny and
white and has a long nose, and my dad says she looks like a ferret. But she’s real neat and does these neat
tricks like rolling over and sitting up—like a dog does. But she’s a cat. This is what makes her neat.
I have a bird too, named Pepper. We keep him in a cage in our den. One time, when I had him out
playing with him, he got loose and made a mess all over the house that smelled bad for a long time.
My pet turtle’s name is Floyd. I named him after my favorite uncle, who kinda looks like a turtle
himself. We got him at the five-and-dime store. He stays in a plastic bowl we keep in the kitchen
window. He loves the sun and stretches his neck and legs way out just like he’s sunbathing. He sleeps a
lot, and sometimes it’s hard to tell if he’s dead or alive.
I had another cat, but he got run over by a United Parcel truck. I buried him under a rose bush.
That’s the only trouble with pets. You get to like them a lot, and when something happens to them, it
makes you real sad.