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If you would like to audition for the fall drama department production of Water By The Spoonful, you must first click here and register no later than this Friday, August 4th at 4 pm.
The first round of auditions will be held after school on Tuesday, August 8th, with callbacks to follow in all drama classes. For the first audition, please memorize and prepare one of the monologues below (choose whichever monologue you think you will perform the best). ELLIOT. No. The docs said she can't be eating all that junk, it'll mess with her chemo, so she crawls out of bed for the first time in days and cooks eggs for breakfast. In two inches of pork chop fat. I'm like, Mom, recycle glass and plastic, not grease. She thinks putting the egg on top of a paper towel after you cook it makes it healthy. I told her, Mom, you gotta cook egg whites. In Pam spray. But it has to be her way. You gotta talk to her. I'm trying to teach her about quinoa. Broccoli rabe. Healthy stuff. So I get home the other day, she had made quinoa with bacon. She was like, "It's healthy!" AMAN. A college buddy is making a film about Marines in Iraq. Gritty, documentary-style. He's looking for some veterans to interview. Get an authentic point of view. Maybe I could pass your number onto him. Yazmin told me you're an actor. Every actor needs a break, right? It's not just to interview. He needs a right-hand man, an expert to help him. How do Marines hold a gun? How do they kick in civilian doors, this sort of thing. How do they say "Ooh rah" in a patriotic manner? I want the movie to be accurate. And you seem not unintelligent. For a maker of sandwiches. ORANGUTAN. I gave my parents the URL. My username, my password. They logged on and read every post I've ever put on here and for once they said they understood. They had completely cut me off but after reading this site they bought me the plane ticket. One way. I teach English in the mornings. I have a class of children, a class of teens, and a class of adults, most of whom are older than me. I am free in the afternoons. I have a paycheck which I use for legal things like ice cream, noodles, and socks. I walk around feeling like maybe I am normal. Maybe, just possibly, I'm not that different. CHUTES&LADDERS. You know I was born just a few miles from the Pacific. In the fresh salt air. Back in "those days" I'm at Coronado Beach with a few "friends" doing my "thing" and I get sucked up under this wave. I gasp, I breathe in and my lungs fill with water. I'm like, this is it, I'm going to meet my maker. I had never felt so heavy. I was sinking to the bottom and my head hit the sand like a lead ball. My body just felt like an anvil. The next thing I know there's fingers digging in my ankles. This lifeguard pulls me out, I’m throwing up salt water. I say to him, "Hey blondie, you don't know me from Adam but you are my witness: Today's the day I start to live." YAZ. Dissonance is still a gateway to resolution. A B-diminished chord is still resolving to? Class? C-major. A tritone is still resolving up to? The major sixth. Diminished chords, tritones, still didn't have the right to be their own independent thought. In 1965 something changed. The ugliness bore no promise of a happy ending. The ugliness became an end in itself. Coltrane democratized the notes. He said, they're all equal. Freedom. It was called Free Jazz but freedom is a hard thing to express musically without spinning into noise. Oh come on, don't make that face. I know it feels academic. You're going to leave here and become R&B hit makers and Sondheim clones and never think about this noise again. But this is Coltrane, people. FOUNTAINHEAD. It's the first day of school and I'm knocking at your classroom door. I got my Number Two pencils, I'll sit in the front row, pay attention, and do my homework. No lesson is too basic. Teach me every technique. Any actions that keep you in the driver seat. Healthy habits and rational thoughts to blot out that voice in the back of my head. Today, I quit. My wife cannot know, she'd get suspicious if I were at meetings all the time. There can be no medical records, so therapy is out. I’m not facing a physical war. It's a psychological battle and I'm armed with two weapons: willpower and the experts. I'm taking my wife out tomorrow for our seventh anniversary and little does she know that when we clink glasses, I'll be toasting to Day One. HAIKUMOM. Welcome to the dinner party. Granted, it's a party we never wanted to be invited to, but pull up a chair and pass the salt. Some people here may pour it in your wounds. But guess what? You had three days. For three days straight, you didn't try to kill yourself on an hourly basis. Please. Talk to your wife about your addiction. You need every supporting resource. You are in for the fight of your life. Don't take it lightly when I say a sober day for you is a sober day for me. I know you can do this but I know you can't do it alone. So stop being a highly functioning isolator and start being a highly dysfunctional person. The only way out it is through it. To vote for the 2023 CCCEPA Drama Awards, please go here.
If you would like to audition for the fall drama department production of The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-Time, please complete an audition application no later than Thursday, 8/4 by 4:15. The application is located here:
docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdGpEsHLVqh8CGsHz4gDYiLL-qnlNy-3XX8-eMc2qgWOBuxpA/viewform?usp=sf_link Auditions will be held after school on Monday, 8/8, with callbacks held in all drama classes on Tuesday and Wednesday. Audition times for Monday evening will be posted on the box office window outside the black box by the end of the day on Friday, 8/5. Once you have registered, please select and memorize whichever monologue below that you believe you will perform best. If you are able to perform your monologue with a British accent, please do so! CHRISTOPHER/CHRIS: I didn’t know I was going to get into trouble. I like Wellington and I went to say hello to him, but I didn’t know that someone had killed him. I’m going to find out who killed Wellington. I was listening to what you were saying but when someone gets murdered you have to find out who did it so that they can be punished. I think dogs are important too. I think some dogs are cleverer than some people. Nicholas, for example. And he probably couldn’t even fetch a stick. I wonder if the police will find out who killed Wellington and punish the person. CHRISTOPHER/CHRIS: I think you would only kill a dog if (a) you hated the dog or (b) if you were a lunatic or (c) because you wanted to make Mrs. Shears sad. I don’t know anybody who hated Wellington so if it was (a) it was probably a stranger. I don’t know any lunatics either, so if it was (b) it was probably a stranger. But most murders are committed by someone who is known to the victim. Wellington was therefore most likely to have been killed by someone known to him. I only know one person who didn’t like Mrs. Shears and that is Mr. Shears who divorced Mrs. Shears and left her to live somewhere else and who knew Wellington very well indeed. This means that Mr. Shears is my Prime Suspect. ED: OK Christopher. I am going to say this for the last and final time. I will not tell you again. Look at me when I’m talking to you for God’s sake. Look at me. You are not to go asking Mrs. Shears who killed that bloody dog. You are not to go asking anyone who killed that bloody dog. You are not to go trespassing on other people’s gardens. You are to stop this ridiculous bloody detective game right now. I am going to make you promise me Christopher. And you know what it means when I make you promise. SIOBHAN (Reading From Christopher’s Book): “I think I would make a very good astronaut. To be a good astronaut you have to be intelligent and I’m intelligent. You also have to understand how machines work and I’m good at understanding how machines work. And I would know that there was no one else near me for thousands and thousands of miles which is what I sometimes pretend at night in the summer when I go and lie on the lawn and look up at the sky and I put my hands round the sides of my face so that I can’t see the fence and the chimney and the clothes line and I can pretend I’m in space.” SIOBHAN: Christopher I want to ask you something. Mrs. Gascoyne wondered if we would like to do a play this year. She asked me to ask everybody if we’d like to make some kind of performance for the school. Everybody could join in and play a part in it. I was wondering if you’d like to make a play out of your book. I think it could be really good fun Christopher. I think a lot of people would be interested in what would happen if people took your book and started acting bits of it out. People like stories. Some people find things which are kind of true in things which are made up. JUDY: If I hadn’t married your father I think I’d be living in a little farmhouse in the South of France with someone called Jean. And he’d be, ooh, a local handyman. You know, doing painting and decorating for people, gardening, building fences. And we’d have a French bulldog. And a veranda with figs growing over it and there would be a field of sunflowers at the bottom of the garden and a little town on the hill in the distance and we’d sit outside in the evening and watch the sun go down. To vote for this year's Drama Awards, please access the form below:
https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSfJp-UeKZCAEm5G7L-QFBmPZJ3M469W1hIdgKfealDQmUoTfg/viewform?usp=sf_link If you would like to audition for our spring drama department production of She Kills Monsters, please complete the audition application below by 5:00 pm this Friday, January 7th. Auditions will be held after school on Tuesday, January 11th, with callbacks held in all drama classes in the following days. Please select, memorize and prepare one of the monologues below.
Audition Application: docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdmimWtKc9ZgZ7IYI3RZhtmcauKxbE98EmwI1MhCyogqzo0_g/viewform?usp=sf_link Audition Monologues: CHUCK: What? Were you expecting some nerd? ‘Cause I’m not a nerd. I got a girlfriend. From New York. I met her on a little thing I like to call…The INTERNET! You’ve been on the Internet, right? It’s the bomb, right? I got it hooked up at my house. Top of the line. I’m talking 56 kilobits per second! Blazing fast. If you ever want to come over and check it out… Look, I should tell you something up front. Nothing can happen between us, okay? I know you were vibing me and all when we first met, but now that I know who you are, it would be disrespectful. So if you’re cool with that, then I can help you. FARRAH – Look, you overgrown sack of stupid, just because I’m pretty doesn’t mean I won’t mess you up! Seriously, did you see a sign on the way in here that said “Petting Zoo?” Now get out of my magically enchanted forest before I decide to go all Faerie berserker all over your ugly asses. Ain’t no one here gonna be nice all the damn time. Faeries are happy. HAP-PY. No one said nice. And I’m brimming like mad with some magical happiness. And guess what makes me happiest? Kicking the crap out of any lame-ass adventurers who decide to trespass on my magically enchanted forest! AGNES: Do you want to know what my memories of Tilly are? They’re of this little nerdy girl who I never talked to, who I ignored, who I didn’t understand because she didn’t live in the same world as I did. Her world was filled with evil jello molds and demon queens and slacker Gods while mine…had George Michael and leg-warmers. I didn’t know her. I assumed I would one day – that she’d grow out of all this – that I’d be able to sit around and ask her about normal things like clothes and TV shows and boys…I didn’t know her, Vera. TILLY: Every adventurer has a party. This one’s ours. Cue the intro music. Go. First up is Lilith Morningstar. Class: Demon Queen. She acts as our squad’s muscle. Whenever you’re surrounded by an armada of Ogres, she’s the one you want holding the steel. She is a perfect combination of both beauty and brawn. Next up is Kaliope Darkwalker. Along with her natural Elvin agility and athleticism, she’s also a master tracker, lock-picker, and has more than a few magical surprised up her non-existent sleeves. No pointy-eared creature has ever rocked so much lady hotness. And then there’s me. I’m the brains of this operation. ORCUS: Behold my comically large map of New Landia. This is the path you will have to take if you want to face The Tiamat. You must first travel down the River of Wetness to the Swamps of Mushy, then you will climb the Mountain of Steepness to the Castle of Evil. But to be able to face The Tiamat, you will have to face and defeat all three of its guardians, the Big Bosses of New Landia. And each one of them are totally badass so – most likely – one if not all of you will die before you get there. So, yeah, you gotta do that. NARRATOR: Agnes Evans grew up average. She was of average height, average weight, and average build. She had average parents and grew up in the average town of Athens, Ohio with her little sister Tilly. Though they shared the same parentage, the two girls had very little in common. Agnes being of average disposition was into more typical things such as boys, music, and popular television programs while her sister Tilly became fascinated with the dark arts – magic, dragons, and the vanquishing of pure evil. As Agnes grew and grew, she became more and more engrossed with transcending her seemingly permanent state of averageness and made one grand wish on the night of her college graduation that she would forever regret. If you would like to audition for our fall drama department production of Blood at the Root, please complete the audition application below by 5:00 pm this Sunday, August 8th. Auditions will be held after school on Tuesday, August 10th, with callbacks held in all drama classes in the following days. Please select, memorize and prepare one of the monologues below.
Audition application: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScENrxo6tHqZm-SHZrgpRBSjF_n8o8PPBFlQ_tX-6Xn1dKOsA/viewform?usp=sf_link Audition Monologues TORIA: I’m tryin’ to be a journalist. In real life. Not in some pretend lil’ high school basement where the most interesting thing in print is whether or not we’re having fake horsemeat on the lunch menu or who in God’s name among the popular and stuck-up is gonna win Prom King and Queen. I am not interested in whether or not the auditorium gets a fresh coat of paint before December or whether or not the football team wins a single game this year. I am not interested in these pathetic little trifles that make up our sad existence as sheltered brats this side of the Mason-Dixon line. I am interested in the true art of journalism. I want to tell the stories everybody else at this school and in this town is too afraid to cover. JUSTIN: Folks like me…there’s no space where we really fit, y’know? No side where we really make sense on. I’ve always just existed in the cracks. So when they come askin’ me where I stand, what do I say? Whose side am I supposed to take? Black kids protestin’. White kids prankin’. What side am I supposed to be on when don’t none of them ever…when ain’t none of ‘em really…when I just seem to belong to myself. And that’s it. That’s the side I’m on. But here at Cedar High, everybody wants you on a side. Wanna know where your loyalties lie. And what I got to say about it? Who’s been loyal to me? Find me one person that can answer that question, and I’ll tell you what side I’m on. COLIN: It all got roots. Way somebody choose not to sit next to somebody in the lunchroom – got roots. Way somebody got problems with the flag somebody else wear on they t-shirt – got roots. Way some people talk the way they talk, or hang out with who they hang out with, or love who they love, or hate who they hate – all got roots. It feel halfway comfortin’ knowin’ it ain’t just start with us. That it been this way. That somebody’s been plantin’ these awful feelins in the soil somewhere. Long before we came along and started pulling up crops. We been digestin’ this same stuff, grown in the same soil, and ain’t even know it. It got me thinkin’…what kinda crop is the folks after us gonna dig up? Is it still gonna be from this same ol’ soil? Or is we ever gonna plant somethin’ new? RAYLYNN: This is the dirty south. Fights happen all the time. My brother been jumped ‘bout three times in his life. One time he was only thirteen and had suffered a concussion. You thank the older boys what jumped him gon’ to jail? They ain’t done nothin’ but go on ‘bout they lives and grow up eventually. Ain’t sayin’ it’s alright what happen to you. I ain’t sayin’ my brother wunn’t wrong for fightin’ you even though you called him outta his name. But what you doin’…this ain’t no temporary punishment. You press these charges and you messin’ with his life, y’heard me? With the life of my whole family. You really thank that’s justice? ASHA: After while, Mama called fo’ me to come move with her here. I was like twelve. But I wunn’t the same no mo’. Ain’t feel as comfortable back here. Not ‘til I started hangin’ out again with… They used to call me “Black by association.” Alla my friends and play cousins in Hotlanta. But here they just call me “fake” or “wannabe” or “actin’ Black.” But you know what I thank? If actin’ Black mean findin’ family and love in places you wunn’t expectin. If it mean not bein’ angry unless you got good reason…then maybe we should all be “actin’ Black” mo’ often. That’s all I got to say ‘bout that. JUSTIN: It’s a student paper. A STUDENT PAPER. We’re not trying to change the world or disrupt capitalism or bring down the government. We’re just giving people something interesting to read while they’re waiting on the bus or have a free period or somethin’. You know what? I’m the editor now. I’m the editor and the copier and the publisher and everything else this dyin’ paper needs, and I’m the one student who hasn’t stopped talkin’ to you. So write another article or else walk cuz I ain’t got the time to argue with you. TORIA: I don’t want this year to be like every other one, y’know? Where folks like us get lost forever into the abyss of nobodies because we’re the only ones who know we’re alive. Still waitin’ on this place to give back, y’know? These past three years I ain’t done nothin’ but give and give and ain’t hardly reaped nothin’. But I decided this year…I can. Finally find a purpose for what I am at this school. I’m an investigator. And I can’t leave this year without fully definin’ what I am. This is the year I can etch myself into stone. Be a journalist. That’s what I want Justin. Don’t you? RAYLYNN: Class was kinda crazy today, right? Miss Hooper and them pop quizzes. She only give ‘em when she in a bad mood. Like if she had a bad date the night befo o’ somethin’. But you can sometimes tell when she ‘bout to go out that night. She come to school wearin’ them skinny jeans that she can’t hardly fit into. You see her dressin’ that way, you know you betta study up on yo notes lata on. Almost alla her dates be bad. Don’t nobody wanna put up with alla her personality. Sound of her voice make me wanna cut my ears off most of the time. You ain’t like…you don’t seem like no football player. Ain’t meanin’ nothin’ bad. Just way we talkin’ right now. Can’t get most of ‘em to say two words to me. But you just got…ease or somethin’. Welcome back, everyone! Please join the PA Remind by texting @cccepa2122 to 81010. Please fill out the student information form located here: And please also print and fill out the NEW PA contract for this year:
To sign up to audition for The Laramie Project, please click here and complete the form below by Tuesday, 3/23 at 3:45 pm.
After you have registered, please select and prepare any monologue below. Auditions will be held in class on Monday, 3/29, with callbacks being held in class later in the week. PLEASE NOTE: for the sake of auditions, please consider these monologues to be gender neutral. Select whichever monologue you feel the strongest about performing. ROMAINE PATTERSON – We never called him Matthew actually. Most of the time we called him “Choo-choo.” You know, because we used to call him Mattchew, and then we just called him Choo-choo. Whenever I think of Matthew, I always think of his incredible beaming smile. I mean, he’d walk in and he’d be like, (Demonstrates), you know, and he’d smile at everyone…he just made you feel great…and he – would like stare people down in the coffee shop…’cause he always wanted to sit on the end seat so that he could talk to me while I was working. And if someone was sitting in that seat, he would just sit there and stare at them. Until they left. And then he would claim his spot. DR. CANTWAY – Your first thought is…well certainly you’d like to think that it’s somebody from out of town, that comes through and beats somebody. I mean, things like this happen, you know, and it happens in Laramie. But if there’s been somebody who has been beaten repeatedly, ah, certainly this is something that offends us. I think that’s a good word. It offends us! Now, the strange thing is, twenty minutes before Matthew came in, Aaron McKinney was brought in by his girlfriend. Now I guess he had gotten into a fight later on that night back in town, so I’m workin’ on Aaron and the ambulance comes in with Matthew. So there’s Aaron in one room of the ER and Matthew in another room two doors down. REGGIE FLUTY – He was tied to the fence – his hands were thumbs out in what we call a cuffing position – the way we handcuff people. He was bound with a real thin white rope. It went around the bottom of the pole, about four inches up off the ground. His shoes were missing. He was tied extremely tight – so I used my boot knife and tried to slip it between the rope and his wrist – I had to be extremely careful not to harm Matthew any further. I finally got the knife through there – I’m sorry – we rolled him over to his left side – when we did that he quit breathing. ZUBAIDA ULA – We went to the candle vigil. And it was so good to be with people who felt like crap. I kept feeling like I don’t deserve to feel this bad, you know? And someone got up there and said uh – he said um, blah blah blah blah blah and then he said, I’m saying it wrong, but basically he said, c’mon guys, let’s show the world that Laramie is not this kind of town. But it is that kind of town. If it wasn’t this kind of town, why did this happen here? I mean, you know what I mean, like – that’s a lie. Because it happened here. So how could it not be a town where this kind of thing happens? JUDGE – Mr. Henderson, you drove the vehicle that took Matthew Shepard to his death. You bound him to that fence in order that he might be more savagely beaten and in order that he might not escape to tell his tale. You left him out there for eighteen hours, knowing full well that he was there. Perhaps having an opportunity to save his life, and you did nothing. Mr. Henderson, this Court does not believe that you really feel any true remorse for your part in this matter. And I wonder whether you fully realize the gravity of what you’ve done. DENNIS SHEPARD – Matt officially died in a hospital in Ft. Collins, Colorado. He actually died on the outskirts of Laramie, tied to a fence. You Mr. McKinney with your friend Mr. Henderson left him out there by himself, but he wasn’t alone. There were his lifelong friends with him, friends that he had grown up with. You’re probably wondering who these friends were. First he had the beautiful night sky and the same stars and moon that we used to see through a telescope. Then he had the daylight and the sun to shine on him. And through it all he was breathing in the scent of pines from the snowy range. He heard the wind, the ever-present Wyoming wind, for the last time. He had one more friend with him. He had God. And I feel better knowing he wasn’t alone. LUCY THOMPSON – As the grandmother and the person who raised Russell, along with my family, we have written the following statement: our hearts ache for the pain and suffering that the Shepards have went through. We have prayed for your family since the very beginning. Many times throughout the day I have thought about Matt. And you will continue to be in our thoughts and prayers, as we know that your pain will never go away. You have showed such mercy in allowing us to have this plea, and we are so grateful that you are giving us all the opportunity to live. Your Honor, for the Russell we know and love, we humbly plead, Your Honor, to not take Russell completely out of our lives forever. JEDADIAH SCHULTZ – I didn’t for the longest time let myself become personally involved in the Matthew Shepard thing. It didn’t seem real. It just seemed way blown out of proportion. Matthew Shepard was just a name instead of an individual…I don’t know. It’s weird. It’s so weird, man. I just – I just feel bad. Just for all that stuff I told you, for the person I used to be. That’s why I want to hear those interviews from last year when I said all that that stuff. I don’t know. I just can’t believe I ever said that stuff about homosexuals. You know. How did I ever let that stuff make me think that you were different from me? DOC O’CONNOR – I been up to that site in my limousine, okay? And I remembered to myself the night he and I drove around together, he said to me, “Laramie sparkles, doesn’t it?” And where he was up there, if you sit exactly where he was, up there, Laramie sparkles from there, with a low lying cloud…it’s the blue lights that’s bouncing off the clouds from the airport and it goes tst tst tst tst…right over the whole city. I mean it blows you away…Matt was right there in that spot, and I can just picture in his eyes, I can just picture what he was seeing. The last thing he saw on this earth was the sparkling lights. |
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