Information on all Upcoming Auditions

Summer Stock Auditions

Footloose

I Can’t Stand Still

I Can’t Stand Still Instrumental 

Holding Out for a Hero

Holding Out for a Hero Instrumental 

Somebodies Eyes

Somebodies Eyes Instrumental 

Heaven Help Me

Heaven Help Me Instrumental 

Let’s Hear it For the Boy

Let’s Hear it for the Boy Instrumental 

Almost Paradise

Almost Paradise instrumental 

High School Musical

Newsies

Sante Fe (the first half of the track):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txzFhCvACL4&list=PLH5q9oqew4MiyrZexM7RzBVRa8eA4qN-r&index=14

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AABA8fp9THU&list=PLH5q9oqew4MiyrZexM7RzBVRa8eA4qN-r&index=15

Just a Pretty Face:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3l3NAyU1ZQ&list=PLH5q9oqew4MiyrZexM7RzBVRa8eA4qN-r&index=4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tqe7wsQVerw&list=PLH5q9oqew4MiyrZexM7RzBVRa8eA4qN-r&index=5

King of New York:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2QZpKKoayE&list=PLH5q9oqew4MiyrZexM7RzBVRa8eA4qN-r&index=16

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOuNK0jeC6g&list=PLH5q9oqew4MiyrZexM7RzBVRa8eA4qN-r&index=17

Watch What Happens:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=98f6VYKt-_Q&list=PLH5q9oqew4MiyrZexM7RzBVRa8eA4qN-r&index=8

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pr-5t8HgWRE&list=PLH5q9oqew4MiyrZexM7RzBVRa8eA4qN-r&index=9

Seize the Day:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLnl6cVr9Ts&list=PLH5q9oqew4MiyrZexM7RzBVRa8eA4qN-r&index=12

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S334cZ1dZ5Y&list=PLH5q9oqew4MiyrZexM7RzBVRa8eA4qN-r&index=13

A letter from the Refuge (the second half Sante Fe track:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txzFhCvACL4&list=PLH5q9oqew4MiyrZexM7RzBVRa8eA4qN-r&index=14

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AABA8fp9THU&list=PLH5q9oqew4MiyrZexM7RzBVRa8eA4qN-r&index=15

Link to all tracks, with vocal and without:

Macbeth

MacBeth Audition Monologues

MACBETH) Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable as this which now I draw. Thou marshall’st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout.

 LADY MACBETH O, never Shall sun that morrow see! Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under’t. He that’s coming Must be provided for; and you shall put This night’s great business into my dispatch; Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.

Porter. Here’s a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key.
[Knocking within]
Knock, knock, knock! Who’s there, i’ the name of Beelzebub? Here’s a farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty: come in time; have napkins enow about you; here you’ll sweat for’t.
[Knocking within]
Knock, knock! Who’s there, in the other devil’s name? Faith, here’s an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale; who committed treason enough for God’s sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven: O, come in, equivocator.
[Knocking within]
Knock, knock, knock! Who’s there? Faith, here’s an English tailor come hither, for stealing out of a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may roast your goose.
[Knocking within]
Knock, knock; never at quiet! What are you? But this place is too cold for hell. I’ll devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in some of all professions that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire.
[Knocking within]
Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter

Malcolm

Lady Macbeth

That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry ‘Hold, hold!’ 

**All shows limited in size to comply with current CDC guidelines at the time of the program and are first come, first serve.