I just thought of high school and how when we auditioned, the cast and crew would be announced outside of Mr. Oakley's french classroom. We would be stalking the doors like rabid hyenas all day. And then he would whip that scotch tape out and put the printed words outside the door. There would be tears. Drama. Excitement.
So cheesy.
Yet, all we had and knew.
Fun. We had auditions for Desire Under the Elms this evening and I would like to put the cast list up. But . . . we have to confirm that people will accept the role. And then we'll need their initials before we can move any further.
Heh heh.
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