Information on All Upcoming Auditions
All solo auditions for musicals must use the below tracks or you may sing a cappella. *No other tracks accepted. An accompanist will not be provided. There is a piano in studio if you would like to accompany yourself.
Please select the song choice that best suits your vocal range to prepare for your audition. If you are auditioning for more than one summer stock production, pick one song only. Always select a song that best supports your vocal range and personality. Expect a cold dance audition at the time of your audition for either musical. Come dressed in clothes you can easily move in and with dance shoes or an indoor use shoe only. NO OUTDOOR STREET SHOES ARE ALLOWED IN THE REHEARSAL STUDIO.
Summer Stock Theater Auditions 2023
JUNE 12 – 14 AT THE ACADEMY IN 30 MINUTE AUDITION BLOCKS BASED ON AGE.
Summer Advanced Musical Theater for Grades 10 to adult
(**special exceptions for 8 & 9 grades. Must also be signed up for day musical production):
How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying
Please, sing directly from the show. These are the acceptable tracks that can be used
with background vocals
Without background vocals
If you would like to audition with track without background vocals please come with the link cued up. An accompanist will not be provided
Summer Stock Intensives
For students in grades 5 to 12
2 week intensive from July 10 – 21. Performance on the lawn at 6pm on Friday, July 21.
with background vocals
without background vocals
2 or 3 week intensive from July 24 thru August 11
(you must be able to perform the show night if selecting 2 week rehearsal period)
Performance Thursday, August 10 at 6pm
With background vocals
Without background vocals Act I tracks 1 – 6
Act I tracks 7 – 12
Act I tracks 13 – 20
Act II tracks 21 – 28
Act II tracks 29 – 34
Act II tracks 35 – 39
SUMMER SHAKESPEARE ON THE LAWN: A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM
For any actor grades 7 to adult.
Please prepare a 1-2 minute classical comic monologue or select one from these choices from this play below:
A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Helena: How happy some o’er other some can be! Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; He will not know what all but he do know. And as he errs, doting on Hermia’s eyes, So I, admiring of his qualities. Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. For ere Demetrius looked on Hermia’s eyne, He hailed down oaths that he was only mine; And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, So he dissolved, and show’rs of oaths did melt.
A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Titania: Set your heart at rest: The fairy land buys not the child of me. His mother was a votaress of my order: And, in the spiced Indian air, by night, Full often hath she gossip’d by my side, And sat with me on Neptune’s yellow sands, Marking the embarked traders on the flood, When we have laugh’d to see the sails conceive And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind; Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait Following,–her womb then rich with my young squire,– Would imitate, and sail upon the land, To fetch me trifles, and return again, As from a voyage, rich with merchandise. But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; And for her sake do I rear up her boy, And for her sake I will not part with him
A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Helena: O, I am out of breath in this fond chase! The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace. Happy is Hermia, wheresoe’er she lies; For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears: If so, my eyes are oftener wash’d than hers. No, no, I am as ugly as a bear; For beasts that meet me run away for fear: Therefore no marvel though Demetrius Do, as a monster fly my presence thus. What wicked and dissembling glass of mine Made me compare with Hermia’s sphery eyne?
A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Puck: If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber’d here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: if you pardon, we will mend: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends. A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Lysander You have her father’s love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia’s: do you marry him. I am, my lord, as well derived as he, As well possess’d; my love is more than his; My fortunes every way as fairly rank’d, If not with vantage, as Demetrius’; And, which is more than all these boasts can be, I am beloved of beauteous Hermia: Why should not I then prosecute my right? Demetrius, I’ll avouch it to his head, Made love to Nedar’s daughter, Helena, And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry, Upon this spotted and inconstant man.
A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Demetrius: O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! That pure congealed white, high Taurus snow, Fann’d with the eastern wind, turns to a crow When thou hold’st up thy hand: O, let me kiss This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss! Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none: If e’er I loved her, all that love is gone. My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourn’d, And now to Helen is it home return’d, There to remain. Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear.
A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Demetrius: I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. Where is Lysander and fair Hermia? The one I’ll slay, the other slayeth me. Thou told’st me they were stolen unto this wood; And here am I, and wode within this wood, Because I cannot meet my Hermia. Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. Do I entice you? do I speak you fair? Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth Tell you, I do not, nor I cannot love you? Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit; For I am sick when I do look on thee.
A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Bottom: When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer: my next is, ‘Most fair Pyramus.’ Heigh-ho! Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling! God’s my life, stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was: man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was—there is no man can tell what. Methought I was,–and methought I had,– but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man’s hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream: it shall be called Bottom’s Dream, because it hath no bottom.