BJT MUSIC MAN AUDITIONS / Monologues
· Pick a Monologue to read for the audition
· Call Deb on 38896436 to schedule an audition
· Download and fill out rego form and bring on June 11th or send in the mail.
MRS. PAROO (With an Irish accent, if possible). There you go again, with that same old comment about the low mentality of River City people and takin’ it all too much to heart. And darlin’ when a woman’s got a husband and you’ve got none, why should she take advice from you; even if you can quote Balzac and Shakespeare and all them other high falutin’ Greeks.
MARCELLUS: Hey Gregory! Why, You old son of a gun! What are you doing here? So, what’s the new pitch? Don’t tell me you’re back in the band business. You’ll never get anywhere in that business with these stubborn Iowans, Greg. Besides we got a stuck-up music teacher here who’ll expose you before you get your grip unpacked. And uh, she’s also the librarian.
MAYOR SHINN: Rest assured this snake in our bosom would have been misapprehended by this time. Yes! And always remember fellow River Citizens, I can only remind you that I did everything in my power to prevent this dire happening from----ah---happening Have you forgotten the clear understanding and warrantee that your children would be taught to play in a band? Well, where’s the band? Where’s the band?
CHARLIE COWELL: I see you’re the piano teacher in town? You must know about this fellow Hill formin’ a Boys Band here. Well don’t let it worry you no more, I got the goods on him in spades. Swindlin’ two-bit thimble-rigger. That’s why I got to see Shinn. (Pulls out watch) I’m just passin’through. Number 8 only makes a fifteen-minute water stop. Name’s Charlie Cowell—anvil salesman.
EULALIE MACKECKNIE SHINN: Lovely ladies, lovely. Now turn. Take the body with you. Lovely. Now let’s have a go at our Grecian Urns….One Grecian Urn….Two Grecian Urns….. And a fountain……….trickle, trickle, trickle. Splendid Ladies. I predict that our Del Sarte display will be the highlight of the Ice Cream Sociable. Now gentlemen if you’re ready—And ladies remember—don’t make me tell you again. Always keep your face to the audience.
MARIAN PAROO: Well I should think there ought to be some of you who could forget our everlasting Iowa stubborn chip-on-the-shoulder arrogance long enough to remember River City before Harold Hill arrived. Do you remember? Well, do you? Surely some of you ought to be grateful to him for what he’s brought to River City and if so, I should think you’d want to admit it.
HAROLD HILL: What’s the matter? You wanted the truth didn’t you? Now I’m bigger’n you and you’re going to stand here and get it all so you might as well quit wiggling. There’s two things you’re entitled to know. One, you’re a wonderful kid. I thought so from the first. That’s why I wanted you in the band, just so you’d quit mopin’ around feeling sorry for yourself.
Well—actually the other thing isn’t any of your business now I think of it.
AMARYLLIS:
Hello Winthrop. I’m having a party on Saturday. Will you please come? (Silence) I would especially like it very much if you’d come...Winthrop? He won’t say Amaryllis because of the “s” because of his lisp. He’s ashamed. Amaryllith---Amaryllith. He’s crying. Why does he get so mad at people—just because he lisps?
WINTHROP: (Struggling) I’m not your thon. Leave me go! I won’t lithen - you wouldn’t tell the truth, anyway! I with you’d never come to River Thity!
AUDITION SONG: Seventy-Six Trombones
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lI2YCy9t8E
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ODu888i14-I
Seventy-six trombones led the big parade,
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand.
They were followed by rows and rows,
Of the finest virtuosos,
The cream of ev'ry famous band.
Seventy-six trombones caught the morning sun,
With a hundred and ten cornets right behind.
There were more than a thousand reeds,
Springing up like weeds,
There were horns of ev'ry shape and kind.