Over the weekend, Janie had her first audition for a production outside of school. I’m pretty sure that I was far more nervous than she was, which proves, even more, that being in theater is her thing. She was trying out for a local production that is a parody of the Nutcracker — just up her alley — funny, some singing parts, a chance to act silly and stretch her acting legs at the same time.
After a little bit of a wait, Janie’s name was called and she walked through that door to prep and then audition while I sat and had a panic attack and tried not to look too much like an anxious stage mom. It was hard. I’ll tell you that much.
Her audition was pretty quick — a song, telling a funny story, taking her measurements and she was done. It likely only lasted 10-minutes, but I felt like she was back there for 10-hours.
Later than night, we got news that she’d been called back the next day and then, last night, armed with encouraging words and a stash of “sorry, you didn’t make it” ice cream waiting at home, we went down and checked the cast list.