Auditions and How They Aren't the End of the World

     At every audition there are those kids who think that they are just the bee's knees and are better than everyone else. Just because they star in everything, can sing "Defying Gravity" better than Idina Menzel herself and have been in dance classes since before they could even walk. There is always at least one.
     I am not one of these people. Sure I do shows but I'm not winning an Oscar anytime soon. As for my singing (oh God...), my own mother has asked me to stop singing in the car. Dance-wise I'm not terrible but I've never taken a dance class in my life.
     So I have no reason to be one of those crazy confident people. The thing is, I am. I know what I can and cannot do. I know that when I go onstage people are going to look at me; they are here to judge me. That's the whole point of theatre. Hey! Look at me! I'm here to tell you a story! Isn't that an established fact? It shouldn't come as a shock. This is why I get so frustrated with people who are there looking nauseous at auditions. If it makes you sick and uncomfortable, why do you put yourself through it?
     I don't get nervous before an audition; I get nervous immediately after. As soon as I walk offstage I think about how I could've done things differently. How that sucked compared to what I can actually do.  I always have to have faith that the director sees something in me that he/she likes.
     The picture above was taken at an audition. There was a line of chairs along the wall all filled with auditioners. I was second to last. As the auditions went on and the chairs began to become empty I noticed the boy next to me, Alec, kept looking worse. At first we made conversation but suddenly it died. Alec started looking greener than his shirt.
     Because of the lack of conversation, I started to talk to my friend, Natalya. Natalya was across the hallway and was the one who took the picture. She was laughing at how calm I was compared to the now sickly Alec.
     Soon it was my turn. I went in, did my two monologues and even got complemented on my characterization from my auditor. I came back out into the hallway and told Alec it was his turn. His face made it look like I just told him I just murdered his whole family and that he was next. He came out not even thirty seconds later. I asked him how it went and he told me about the horrible experience.
     He went into the room, and said "Hi my name is Alec and-". Then he made eye contact with our auditor and froze up. Then he just walked right back out of the room.
     A piece of advice? If you are someone like Alec don't audition. Work on your confidence. Wait until you know what you can do. Once you know what you can do, show it. Audition your butt off and do your best every time. It may take time but with every audition you get better and better, trust me. Soon you will be one of those kids that has crazy confidence because you've auditioned so much. An audition? No problem!

My Chicken Friends and How I Have the Curse of Confidence

     I love my friends. I really do. But sometimes I just want to hit them. My friends are all chickens. When they see a cute boy they squeal and talk about him but they don't dare tell the boy or even give him a hint. It's like they expect the boy to just magically know that you like him. Hey ladies, guess what. Boys are idiots. They know nothing! You have to be very clear with these fragile creatures.
     Take for example Sound of Music callbacks. I was there with my friends Rebbecca and Madison, as we waited in the lobby we saw a boy sitting by the wall all alone. He was cute, very cute. For blogger privacy reasons lets call him "Adam". So obviously Madison, Rebbecca and I all thought he was adorable. They however refused to talk to the boy. They shot him looks sure but did they even say hello? Of course not. They expected him to read their minds and just assume that he knew. He didn't. So when I tried to go talk to him I was grabbed by my jugular vein, bound to a chair in a dark room, and then gagged by my friends...okay maybe not exactly like that. But it came close trust me.
     So when we went to go sit down I dragged my chicken friends over to him and plopped them down in his row. "Do you mind if we sit here?" I asked in my sweetest voice. He gave me a shy nod(ADORABLE!) and I sat next to him. Unlike my friends I made small talk and asked about his past shows, what high school he goes to, stuff like that. My friends watched in awe. Madison even took pictures.
     The lesson in this? Ladies, you are beautiful in your own way no matter what. Don't let someone bring you down, especially a boy. That's all he is, a boy. Go and talk to him so he can at least know who you are. Guys, stop being so dumb. Seriously!

This Whole Writing Stuff...

Hi world. I'm Mireya. I have always been a writer. People just don't know that I write. I write about friends, family, me, whatever comes to mind. I have a big stack of notebooks that eyes besides mine have never seen. They are partial journals, diaries, thought processes and worksof fiction. I've told only my closest friends about these notebooks. I come across as a very normal girl at school. I'm fairly popular, not necessarily ugly or pretty, I make straight A's and am always involved in whatever our theatre department is doing. If you ask someone what my most unique characteristic I posses, they would probably say my confidence. I credit my time spent onstage. I really don't care what people really think about me. I'm not afraid of boys. I can go up and give a speech in front of all America in my pajamas. This is because I know myself very well. Most teens can't say that but I can. I know myself because I write down what I think. It makes everything so clear to have it down in balck and white. So one of my closest friends has read some of my work and liked it very much. I decided to make a blogger so that someone (anyone) can read what I write and maybe be entertained, provoked, or even inspired. Just a thought. I haven't told anyone about this. I plan on keeping it a secret but if someone I know finds it, I won't be mad. So here's to hoping this isn't an absolutely terrible idea.