Chapter 2 - Que Sera Sera
I wish I could turn back time.
I never thought I would have to do another audition for a long time. There was a sense of dread in my bones when I walked into the VCA studio for the Tasdance audition. There were about 100 people there, all wanting the same thing. It's times like these that I'm glad I have all those European auditions under my sleeve, because I could not have felt more calm and collected at an audition if I had not partaken in so many unsuccessful ones in Europe.
We were separated into two groups. There were a few WAAPA people in my group, but I had to leave Nantale and Serena in the other studio. They taught us two exercises, just to get us moving. It was the kind of movement that felt comfortable on my body. There were so many good dancers in the room, I began to doubt the possibility of being seen. Fortunately I was wrong, and I was chosen to stay and learn some repertoire.
Again, the repertoire sat well with my body, and I had no problems picking up the steps or performing them. However, a natural instinct that has developed in my brain decided that it would probably be over for me at the next culling process. I had never gotten past a second stage before so why should this audition be any different. Plus, my body is no longer at its peak of fitness and I was starting to get tired. To my shock, my name was called to participate in the final round.
I thought I might as well give it all I had. They taught us a really hardcore phrase with lots of elbow balances and movement that required a lot of arm strength. I admit that I struggled a lot, but I didn't give in and kept going. There was only so much more that they would make us do. The last group was full of tanks. I felt honoured to have made it that far, and I would have walked away a happy and satisfied dancer.
VCA was closing the door on us, so we waited outside the studio for the final verdict. They were only choosing three boys and three girls. My heart stopped when she called out the boys' names, "Danny, Keith and Adam." All I could do was nod my head in surprise. I am still surprised. So many auditions with no outcome. So many auditions being almost invisible. I was over the moon, and finally proud of myself after such a long time being disappointed. It was just what I needed. Something to motivate me to keep going, something to let me know that I am not as crap as I think.
I flew back to Perth rather content, but anxious about the phone interview.
I knew I could not escape it, and was preparing myself mentally for all the questions that I would be asked. I went over my answers again and again, and thinking myself a rather clever and collected person. I thought I would have no problems until I picked up the phone and my brain stopped working. I had forgotten all my oh-so-clever answers and witty lines to charm Annie off her feet. I don't even remember what I babbled about now, but it is over and I can't change anything that I have said. I just hope that I didn't say anything that would completely destroy my chances of working with them. That's why I wish I could turn back time. I would have written down those oh-so-clever answers. Oh well, what will be will be. Que Sera Sera.
I went back to WA Ballet today to do class, and Ivan was not there. I have to wait till next week to speak to him about being in Romeo & Juliet. I can't complain, at least things are picking up a little bit. I have a feeling that I am on my way.
I never thought I would have to do another audition for a long time. There was a sense of dread in my bones when I walked into the VCA studio for the Tasdance audition. There were about 100 people there, all wanting the same thing. It's times like these that I'm glad I have all those European auditions under my sleeve, because I could not have felt more calm and collected at an audition if I had not partaken in so many unsuccessful ones in Europe.
We were separated into two groups. There were a few WAAPA people in my group, but I had to leave Nantale and Serena in the other studio. They taught us two exercises, just to get us moving. It was the kind of movement that felt comfortable on my body. There were so many good dancers in the room, I began to doubt the possibility of being seen. Fortunately I was wrong, and I was chosen to stay and learn some repertoire.
Again, the repertoire sat well with my body, and I had no problems picking up the steps or performing them. However, a natural instinct that has developed in my brain decided that it would probably be over for me at the next culling process. I had never gotten past a second stage before so why should this audition be any different. Plus, my body is no longer at its peak of fitness and I was starting to get tired. To my shock, my name was called to participate in the final round.
I thought I might as well give it all I had. They taught us a really hardcore phrase with lots of elbow balances and movement that required a lot of arm strength. I admit that I struggled a lot, but I didn't give in and kept going. There was only so much more that they would make us do. The last group was full of tanks. I felt honoured to have made it that far, and I would have walked away a happy and satisfied dancer.
VCA was closing the door on us, so we waited outside the studio for the final verdict. They were only choosing three boys and three girls. My heart stopped when she called out the boys' names, "Danny, Keith and Adam." All I could do was nod my head in surprise. I am still surprised. So many auditions with no outcome. So many auditions being almost invisible. I was over the moon, and finally proud of myself after such a long time being disappointed. It was just what I needed. Something to motivate me to keep going, something to let me know that I am not as crap as I think.
I flew back to Perth rather content, but anxious about the phone interview.
I knew I could not escape it, and was preparing myself mentally for all the questions that I would be asked. I went over my answers again and again, and thinking myself a rather clever and collected person. I thought I would have no problems until I picked up the phone and my brain stopped working. I had forgotten all my oh-so-clever answers and witty lines to charm Annie off her feet. I don't even remember what I babbled about now, but it is over and I can't change anything that I have said. I just hope that I didn't say anything that would completely destroy my chances of working with them. That's why I wish I could turn back time. I would have written down those oh-so-clever answers. Oh well, what will be will be. Que Sera Sera.
I went back to WA Ballet today to do class, and Ivan was not there. I have to wait till next week to speak to him about being in Romeo & Juliet. I can't complain, at least things are picking up a little bit. I have a feeling that I am on my way.
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