“But there are dreams that cannot be…”

Les Mis contemplations.

Or rather…shall not be…yet.  But at least it was of my own volition.

Let me explain.  (“No, there is no time.  Let me sum up.”)

Today was my audition for Les Miserables.  I had been really looking forward to it, but I still wanted to scope out the situation before leaping in…as I always do.  Good thing I did.  I talked to Michael (the director) for about an hour – two hours before the actual audition itself.  I went with Grace and we talked about getting her a potential temporary teching position, my lack of theater knowledge, my nerves about auditioning, and auditioning conditions, etc.  He then took us on a tour of the VERY small theater and showed us all the rehearsal dates.  We then went our separate ways and I had two hours to stew over everything we had learned.

Thus, the trouble began.  (I STILL blame Grace.)

My dear friend brought up a point which put a kink in my excitement.  “I came to Israel to be in Israel…not in Les Mis.  If people are going on a trip, I want to be able to commit to it without thinking of my rehearsal times.”  At which point, I started thinking, “If I do this play and Grace doesn’t…I’ll be missing out on all the times I can’t go to fun places in Israel because I’m stuck in rehearsal.”

It was about this point when I started having a panic attack.  Time was ticking and the audition was looming.  Freaking out, I managed to get my dad on Skype so that I could ask for his opinion.  He talked me out of it by basically stating the exact same things that Grace had.  “You’re in Israel for four months.  When you get home, you can do all the musical theater you want.  There is no limitation and it can be done (and is done) every where and anywhere.  But you’re only in Israel for four months.”

Valid point, good sir.

I went back into the theater a mere ten minutes before the audition to tell Michael that I was backing out of auditioning…but not for good.

While we were speaking earlier, he had asked what my major in college was and I mentioned that I was in Advertising.  Apparently, I have been conscripted to do all the advertising and PR for the entire show.  And he wanted me to do that in addition to being in the ensemble.  Instead, I went up to him and told him that I wasn’t interested in being IN the show because I didn’t want to make the time commitment…but I WAS interested in doing the advertising for the show.

He convinced me to sing anyway.  >_>

So when it was FINALLY my turn, I went down on that stage and actually got an introduction.  I was the only one to get one.  He introduced me as the person who was to do the PR and Social Media for the show!  (I think I have a fan.  xD)

I introduced myself as well.  “Hi there!  My name is Alison and I’m an advertising major.  I’ll be doing the social media and advertising for the show but Michael is still making me sing.  I’m not a singer…I’m a dancer.  So I’m going to sing….I’m going to attempt to sing “Out Tonight” from Rent and provide you all with 30 seconds of entertainment until Michael tells me to stop.”  I then proceeded to do precisely that.  When he stopped me, I threw my hands in the air and breathed out “Yes!” and ran off the stage.  xD  But there were no tomatoes!  I didn’t get boo’d!  I am HAPPY!

So.  I’m not doing Les Mis…but I’m helping out.  And I’ll DEFINITELY be seeing it in December when it’s put on.  I’m quite excited to FINALLY see a stage production of it.  Just from what I heard tonight, I’ve concluded that it varies greatly from the film and that alone is the extent of my Les Mis exposure.

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Test tomorrow….but more importantly:

TEL AVIV TOMORROW!  Expect pictures sometime in the upcoming few days.  😉

Author: alisonlcohn

Graduated magna cum laude with a degree in Communications Advertising. Traveled a bit. Taught for two years. Administered aptitude tests for a while. Worked as a Training Associate for Guardian Mortgage and a Quiz Master for Geeks Who Drink. Now studying to get my Master's in Film in London, England. Nice to meet you!

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