Callback for Dirty Dancing

Well, I guess it went well.

They are having me back tomorrow morning for round 2.

Better review those funky lyrics…

Dirty Dancing Appointment

4:30 tomorrow. Going in for Baby’s big sister, Lisa. She’s so mean!

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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

photographer: Olivia Bee 
location: Walt Disney World 

Sometimes you get a little homesick…

disneyparksphotoproject:

photographer: Olivia Bee

Sometimes you get a little homesick…

Preserving the artist.

I was super blessed by a lovely man named Luke Frazier today. This prodigy and musical genius was gracious enough to give me an hour of his time. We worked on a couple songs. He helped me with some vocal technique and musical phrasing.

I was super encouraged when he reminded me to stay true to who I am as an artist and to what I do best, or rather, develop my abilities in the style where my voice feels at home and comfy. I had brought a big belty song, and he was quite frank with me. He felt that my voice wasn’t particularly suited to the material. It reminded me to be honest with myself about what kind of material I should be focusing on!

Long term, I want to be singing legit soprano material, not screlting my way towards a short lived career and a pair of shredded chords…

#truth

allthingseurope:

Arrazola, Spain (by Ignacio Lizarraga)

Wait, but I wanna go here.

allthingseurope:

Arrazola, Spain (by Ignacio Lizarraga)

Wait, but I wanna go here.

allthingseurope:

Lastres, Spain (by Ignacio Lizarraga)

I love this.

allthingseurope:

Lastres, Spain (by Ignacio Lizarraga)

I love this.

I love NY

A common phrase, but truly, there is nothing like it.

The rush of people in the subway, hurrying into the train car with their cup of coffee from the corner deli. Generally the car is quiet in the morning. People stay in their own little world with headphones in and their head in a book.

This morning, a sweet Puerto Rican woman bravely held the subway car door open for me. I stepped in and got smashed between the two closing doors. (I’m un-phased by this now…. It’s more of a gentle hug from the city that says “good morning!”)

I’m riding downtown for the ECC Dance call for an upcoming production of Grease at Papermill Playhouse. The theatre has a great reputation for quality work (Newsies had its preview there before coming to Broadway).

It was hard getting out of bed this morning. You go to these auditions week after week, and it’s easy to get discouraged or wonder “why, out of 300 other girls who look and dance and sing exactly like me, would they pick me?” I suppose my piece of advice to the young aspiring actor this morning would be, “just keep swimming!”

Whatever you do…

Work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men.
- Colossians 3:23

The more I audition, the more I become aware of my deep need to be accepted, which often manifests itself through a desperate need for approval.

Not that the praises and accolades of directors and colleagues are inherently bad… On the contrary! Every person, regardless of their chosen field needs voices of encouragement along the way. But to the degree you place your hope and your value in that affirmation, to that same degree will you feel the devastation of not receiving that approval or praise.

So how does the artist move from caring so deeply what other people think of them and their work?

I suppose it begins with remembering that these talents are merely gifts, entrusted to us for a brief time. We shepherd those gifts, but we remain to a certain degree detached from that with which we so strongly identify.

My Fair Lady

"I want to hear that VOICE!!" She bellowed, as she suddenly stood up from behind the table and marched boldly over to the piano.

She said firmly, “start it again!” and she started singing WITH me as she walked around the room.

"This is an opera house! You’ve got to fill the space! You’ve got to SING!"

I wasn’t quite sure what to do with this opera diva director….She must have been close to 6 feet tall. I felt like her apprentice from the show “Masterclass” during that 20 minute audition.

She had me sing “Cockeyed Optimist” about three times through! Not letting me pull back or give up vocally. I finished the last note almost on top of the table! She kept making a pulling motion, as if she were pulling the sound out of me. I’ve never sung it like that before. All of my heart and soul spilled out on the floor in front of me.

This was my first appointment through my new agent, Cynthia. I received a phone call from her on Wednesday evening about the appointment for that Friday at 2:20 pm.

I was thrilled at the opportunity to sing and read for Eliza Doolittle! What a dream it would be to play this role! Truly a perfect combination of what I love to do! A classic Lerner and Lowe musical. A brilliant script. Fun character and dialect work. A feisty and funny lady to portray, with a huge journey from start to finish.

I had just worked on the songs a month prior with a voice teacher, so the prep work was minimal, and a friend of mine who had formerly played the role, helped me take a look at the two sides (these are small selections from the script chosen by the director and used to audition the actors).

Funny enough, the “reader” (this is the person in the room who reads the scenes with you) was a young man who had come to sail on The Disney Fantasy this summer to visit a colleague of mine. It was nice to read with someone who wasn’t a complete stranger.

The directors seemed very interested. My favorite part was when she spoke those words, “I want to hear that voice!” I was amazed that she could see beyond my nerves or my desire to “do well”. She wouldn’t let me “play it safe”. She wouldn’t let me hide. She wanted me to give everything. It was a very neat experience to have someone affirm and encourage me in that way. To spend the time (because normally they don’t) giving me a chance to lay everything on the line and sing my heart out, free from the fear of falling. I’ve never sung that song with such abandon. Not caring that every note wasn’t “what I wished it sounded like”. Not obsessing over where I thought I “fell short”. Just singing the song!

I was singing the whole subway ride home :)

allthingseurope:

Seville, Spain (by loic80l)

take me back…
this was part of my daily walk through El Centro :)  my heart aches for Sevilla

allthingseurope:

Seville, Spain (by loic80l)

take me back…

this was part of my daily walk through El Centro :)  my heart aches for Sevilla