Broadway Baby Gotes
Broadway Baby Gotes
Broadway Baby Gotes
Lynette Marshall
Julio Matos
17 April 2014
“Broadway Baby”
Musical: Follies
OUT OF CONTEXT
Relationship:
My scene partner is the panel of producers and casting directors at the audition.
Goal:
I need the casting directors and producers to choose me to star in their new hit musical.
Obstacle:
I have never auditioned at this level before so it’s a very nerve racking environment. I
have made no name for myself, which means no reputation for better or worse. The producers
have been sitting watching auditions for the entire day already and they seem to be getting antsy
to finish up the day. I was told to wear something comfortable to dance in, but my clothes got
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wrecked by my cat, who peed on half my clean laundry. I also didn’t have much time to speak to
Tactics:
joke
Environment:
I am in Pearl Studios, 500 8th Ave, New York, NY 10018, on the twelfth floor. It is mid
October and it’s just nice enough where you only need a light jacket. There were about seventy-
five girls, who wore better clothes and had better hair and nicer teeth than me, that have gone
before me. I feel like Cathy Hyatt singing, “Climbing Uphill” from The Last Five Years. In the
studio there is a long gray fold out table lined by twelve balding men and one mousy looking
girl, probably an intern. The accompanist is sitting behind a keyboard and looking like he wants
to kill himself. There are two windows to the right of me and I can look across and see the
opposite building from where I stand in the middle of the studio. I have been asked to take my
heels off so I’m standing in my stocking feet looking even more like a short fat hobbit than I did
before.
Stakes:
If I do book this job, my life will be turned upside right. My parents won’t have to be
worried about supporting me and I can quit my job at Barney’s. My dreams of originating a role
on Broadway would be fulfilled and I could finally tell everyone who’s been rooting for me since
If I don’t end up booking this job, I need to take on another survival job, my parents will
keep calling me asking how I’m holding up, my self esteem will take a minor hit, but ultimately