Mostly for my own reference...

I swear that my postings occur later and later each time. The problem is that either I just put it off until the last minute or I really have nothing to say, which is honestly a new experience for me. I wanted to have this as a way to sort out my day and talk through the problems that I have but the issue is that I really don't retain a lot of anger for a very long time. With that in mind, the rest might seem like rambling.

My fiance seems to be getting home later and later all the time this season. I know that once spring starts to wend its way, he'll get home earlier but for now the solitude of each day without adult conversation is making me a crazy person.... well... more crazy than I normally am. So I spend a lot of time on Facebook talking to random people.

Had a great conversation with a friend and performer from Faire who really put my mind a little more at ease about my audition. He gave me a small list of things that I should and should not do in order to do a better job at the audition. For my own memory purposes, I have decided to include those things along with the list of requirements that I was sent by the Bristol Ren Faire auditors.

(My audition is on Feb. 20th in the time slot of 3:10 - 4:40pm and I am supposed to show up 15 minutes prior to my audition slot.)

• Do not show up in costume. You are not a character.
  
• Do memorize a monologue. (Though the part I am auditioning for does not require a monologue, it is a good idea to be as useful as possible in case I don't get that part. I have selected Kate's monologue from Taming of the Shrew. I plan to include that monologue at the end of this post for my own reference.)
• Bring a head shot. (I have selected a KILLER head shot from Night Owl Photography in 5X7 B/W that was taken last summer.)
• Bring the Interest Form to the audition.
• Bring a performance resume. (This one is going to be a little more tricky, as I don't have a lot of experience in the field. I need to get on doing this.)
• Bring a copy of my I.D.
• Select a song to perform ("dance") to, and bring along a CD of the selected music.
• Select a song to sing. (Since I don't require background music, I can decide this one closer to the date of audition.)

I am nervous yet hopeful about all of this. I think I have what it takes, I just have to push myself. Here is Kate's monologue for those of you interested in what it is. The premise of Kate is that she is an outspoken, sharp-tongued, and headstrong woman who refuses to be broken. It is my assumption that the words of this monologue are almost spoken with a poison in them, and very sarcastically. I think that all suits me pretty well. Enjoy.

KATE: Fie, fie, unknit that threat'ning unkind brow

And dart not scornful glances from those eyes

To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor.

It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads,

Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds,

And in no sense is meet or amiable.

A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,

Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty,

And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty

Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.

Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,

Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee

And for thy maintenance; commits his body

To painful labor both by sea and land,

To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,

Whilst thou li'st warm at home, secure and safe;

And craves no other tribute at thy hands

But love, fair looks, and true obedience--

Too little payment for so great a debt.

Such duty as the subject owes the prince,

Even such a woman oweth to her husband;

And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,

And not obedient to his honest will,

What is she but a foul contending rebel

And graceless traitor to her loving lord?

I am ashamed that women are so simple

To offer war where they should kneel for peace,

Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,

Whey they are bound to serve, love, and obey.

Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,

Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,

But that our soft conditions and our hearts

Should well agree with our external parts?

Come, come, you froward and unable worms,

My mind hath been as big as one of yours,

My heart as great, my reason haply more,

To bandy word for word and frown for frown.

But now I see our lances are but straws,

Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,

That seeming to be most which we indeed least are.

Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,

And place your hands below your husband's foot,

In token of which duty, if he please,

My hand is ready, may it do him ease.