The wonders and horrors of auditions are the primary fear of dancers like me. The people that don't see you on a regular basis, automatically judge your body so it's always important that your dancing is top of it's game and you are on on that particular day.
However it's sometimes even harder to audition in front of people you see everyday for a year. And we all know that the Nutcracker is what our year revolves around. All year BT and I have been casting different parts by piecing together who L's favorites are at that moment and who she comments on. See at the audition--even though it's pretty much just another class--three old bitties (we'll just call them the Panel of Hell) who determine your fate. J sits there, smiling at you like she isn't planing your death, C who always pretends to be in awe of your work to cover up the fact that we suck, and the of course we have L who makes it no secret with her blank stare that she takes no more pleasure than watching us fail. These reactions alone make you want to eat your own feet off, but no matter, you have to go on.
This week, I had the misfortune of going to two auditions within one day. By the end I felt so downgraded and beat up that I just wanted to punch a wall. So I did my normal thing. Read Harry Potter.
I truly and honestly suggest this to everyone under stress. Open up Philosopher's Stone, pop in some ear buds playing "Across the Universe" and say goodbye to your stress.
Or don't. Whatever.
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