I told dude (very accomplished/respected chorographer)that I had little to no musical theater experience but he really loved my voice so he was like-don't worry about it.

I show up and sing the only Duke Ellington number that I know, "Don't Get Around Much Anymore" and the pianist mistakenly thinks that I'm done and ends the song early. I sang well but it was really short. They ask if I have anything else in that vein and I say..well I kinda know "Misty".

Only I don't know "Misty". I know Donny Hathaway's version which like ANY Donny remake bears little to no resemblance to the original.

After that trainwreck, I leave with my head down only to be chased into the hallway and chewed out by one of the casting directors because I didn't even leave any contact information. "I don't know how you think you're ever gonna get a job without even knowing to do that!"

I wanted to eat a bullet. I wouldn't even had been there if homeboy hadn't gone through great lengths to set up an audition for me. I bombed violently though.



I'm tired of the "worst song I've ever heard" being something new every month.
-okp simpsycho


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