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• Complete audition form found here
• One song video (16-32 bar cut of a musical theatre style song).
• One monologue video (provided below if needed)
➢ 2 Separate videos must be submitted via YouTube. This is the only format that will be accepted.
1. Record video on preferred device (phone, tablet) and upload video to YouTube account. (If you do not have a YouTube account, creating one is free and easy.)
2. Choose the video icon at the top of the YouTube page.
3. Select the video you wish to upload.
4. Hit Next.
5. Select the “Public” icon and change it to “Unlisted”.
6. Select Upload.
7. Once upload is complete, select “Share” under video.
8. Select “Copy Link”.
9. Email email@example.com and paste that link.]➢ Please be sure to “slate” each video, which simply means you state your NAME, DATE, and the ROLE for which you are auditioning (for monologues) OR the song you will be singing at the beginning of each video you are submitting.➢ DEADLINE IS NOVEMBER 16th.
Monologues for Auditions
In the Spirit of the Holiday Season, please choose a monologue from below if you need one. If you already have a monologue prepared or have one with which you are comfortable and familiar, please use that monologue for your audition. We want to see that which best displays your acting skills.
The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shriveled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes red, his thin lips blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. He carried his own low temperature always about with him; and he didn’t thaw one degree at Christmas. Nobody ever stopped him in the street to say, “My dear Scrooge, how are you? When will you come to see me?” No beggars implored him to bestow a trifle, no children asked him
what time it was, no man or woman ever once in all his life inquired the way to such and such a place, of Scrooge. But what did Scrooge care! It was the very thing he liked. To edge his way along the crowded paths of life, warning all human sympathy to keep its distance. Once upon a time–of all the good days in the year, on Christmas Eve–old Scrooge sat busy in his counting-house.
Monologue for Children/Youth:
Yes! Home, for good and all! Home, forever and ever. Father is so much kinder than he used to be, that home’s like Heaven! He spoke so gently to me one dear night when I was going to bed, that I was not afraid to ask him once more if you might come home; and he said, “Yes, you should!” And he sent me in a coach
to bring you! I promise! And you will never come back here again!
Monologue for Scrooge:
Merry Christmas!? Bah! Humbug! What right or reason have you to be merry? You’re poor enough. What else can I be but cross when I live in such a world of fools as this? Merry Christmas! What’s Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself a year older, but not an hour richer? If I could work my will every idiot who goes about with “Merry Christmas” on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart! Nephew! Keep Christmas in your own way, and let me keep it in mine.
Monologue for Marley:
Ebenezer, hear me . . . no man can feel enough regret to compensate for a life that has been misused! Yet, such was I . . . Oh, such was I! Mankind was my business! The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, benevolence . . . they were all my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business! (HE flings his chain loudly on the floor) At this holy time of year, I suffer most. Why did I walk through crowds of my fellowman with my eyes turned down, and never raise them to that blessed Star which led the Wise Men to a poor abode! Were there no poor before me? Could I not see them?
Monologue for Belle:
In the past, we agreed – many times – that our marriage should occur only after you were able to establish your own office and place of business.
(SHE waits; HE is silent)
Your office with Mr. Marley has been open for well past a year, and yet we have never discussed our plans . . . for a wedding. Our contract is an old one. It was made when we were both poor and content to be so, until, in good season, we could improve our worldly fortune by our patient industry. You are changed. When it was made, you were another man. You see – your own feeling tells you that you are not, now, who you once were. I am the same woman. That which once promised us happiness when we were one in heart, is fraught with misery now that we are two. How often and how keenly I have thought of this, I will not say. It is enough that I have thought of it, and can release you.