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Welcome to the Stage 3 Auditions page!
Stage 3 holds “Open Auditions” several times during the year . Our purpose in calling these general auditions is to keep us current with the talent that is out there and to help us cast for our upcoming seasons. You will not be vying for a particular role at these auditions. We just want to get to know you and your work.
“Specific Auditions” are called according to the needs of a director for their particular production. Check this page for updated announcements that will tell you the When, Who, What, and Where.
We look forward to meeting you and thank you for your interest.
OPEN AUDITION
When: Sunday, September 24, 2006, starting at 6:00 pm.
Call Stage 3 at 536 1778 and tell us you're interested. We’ll set up an appointment for you. We set up specific time slots to use your time as efficiently as possible.
Stage 3 is located at 208 S. Green St. in Downtown Sonora.
Bring a picture and resume if you have one. Bring a short (1 1/2 2 minute), prepared monologue. That’s the best way for us to see what you can do. That’s all there is to it.
You can find audition pieces in the following books or try your local library.The Ultimate Audition Book: 222 Monologues 2 Minutes and Under
Edited by Jocelyn A. BeardThe Ultimate Scene and Monologue Source Book
Edited by Ed HooksWe’re also including some monologues below for you to work with if you prefer. Have fun!
Older Men – Frank from "Over the River and through the Woods"
You know the problem with old stories, Nick? You tell them and you realize that people don't change, people do the same things over and over again. When I was a little boy, every Christmas morning, on the cobblestones in town, there would appear this this sea of vendors their carts covered with toys and what I remember most, is the colors bright reds and blues and oranges like a rainbow of toys. And my father would carry me in his arms and take me to the first cart, and he'd point to some tiny, dark toy, while I'd point to the biggest and most colorful, but my father would shake his head "no" and we'd move on to the next. And I'd point to another beautiful toy, and he'd shake his head again, and we'd move on. And we'd do that again and again until we had gone to each cart. And then he'd buy me some little gray toy I barely wanted, and I'd start crying, and he'd carry me back into our house. I always resented him for that hated him for that. And when I was fourteen, my father put me on a boat to America and said "good bye, that's where you're gonna live." I was fourteen. I hated him for that, too. Not you're gonna live." I was fourteen. I hated him for that, too. Not long after that, he got tangled in a fishing net that was being thrown in the water, and his head hit the side of the boat and they never found him. Eight years from the day he sent me away, I returned to my hometown so my mother and sisters could meet my new family. It was during the holidays, and on Christmas morning, I took your mother in my arms and carried her outside and there they were all the vendors, like they never left with all their blue and red and beautiful toys. And your mother pointed to the brightest and prettiest, and any one she'd point at, I bought for her. And when we came back in, our arms full with this rainbow of toys, my mother took one look and said: "That's what your father wished he could do! But we barely had enough to buy food on Christmas. That's why he had to send you away. So you could make for yourself a life he could never give you." I always thought my father was a bastard who wouldn't give me anything. Turns out he was giving me all he had.
Younger Men – Zappy from "Angels Fall"
No, no joke. I went to church and lit a candle, man. Really. I said my novenas, man, 'cause it had been like a not a miracle that anyone would know except just me but it had been like when those girls saw Our Lady of Fatima up on that hill. It was really weird. I was like in the fifth grade and I was watching these two hamburgers on some practice court, and they took a break and one of them hands me his racket. So I threw up a toss like I'd seen them do and zap! Three inches over the net, two inches inside the line. There wasn't nobody over there, but that was an ace, man. You should have heard those guys razz me. I mean, you know, they say, "Man, you stink." And all those things you can't repeat in front of a priest. They was really on my case. And I think that's the first time anybody ever looked at me. I mean, I was skinny, you've never seen most of the girls in my homeroom had about twenty pounds on me. So this guy shows me a backhand grip and he hits one to me and zap! You mother! Backhand! Right down the line. And the thing is, that's where I wanted it. I saw the ball come at me, and I said I'm gonna backhand this sucker right down the line, and I did. So then they took their ball back. Which I don't blame them, 'cause no high school hotshot is gonna get off on being showed up by this eleven year old creep that's built like a parking meter, you know?
But that was it. I hit that first ball and I said, "This is me. This is what I do. What I do is tennis."Older Ladies – Hetty from "Ballad Hunter"
Be honest, Rea, my heart's been broken fer years already. I weren't always like this. See, I had my husband, he was a hard worker, real serious about it, but after a hot meal and a little rest ... he could make you laugh til yer innards hurt ... and all kind a friends, folks used to always come `round, help me pass the time. Gussie was real ... well, on her own, but I had plenty of other compn'y. Most the men were miners ... we didn't have much, but looking back, it sure seemed like plenty.
We jist shoulda stuck to our guns. But there was this new President of the Mine Workers and he was on a roll to get all us folks signed on, and that man he sent to come to talk to us ... he kept on and on about pay raises the Union got fer miners all over the country, "twenty seven percent", that's jist what he kept sayin' over and over, "twenty seven percent", and most us folk didn't know what he meant, it jist sounded so big, we thought we was all goin' to be rich with twenty seven percent. He says he's the one to do all the talkin', we don't got to worry bout that, we jist got to worry about how hard and fast we work. And everybody's showin' off, talkin' big bout what they gonna do with their money . … an this man, he orders up some shine an some stew and we cook a feast fit fer Jesus, and afterwards he and the boys git it in they heads they gonna go on over the mine, on a Sunday, mind, make him proud, werk the rest the day and through the night, show 'em how fast they can be when they got the promise of money in their pockets. Only they didn't make it through the night, Rea, somethin' went terrible wrong ... we lost all the men over the age a ten livin' on this mountain, an it's been ... well it's been perty quiet here since.
Teenage Ladies – Anne from "The Diary of Anne Frank"
I'm trying. Really I am. Every night before I go to sleep I think back over all of the things I did that day that were wrong ...like putting the wet mop in Mr. Dussel's bed ...and this thing now with Mother. I say to myself, that was wrong. I make up my mind, I'm never going to do that again. Never! Of course I may do something worse, but at least I'll never do that again! I have a nicer side, Father ...a sweeter, nicer side. But I'm scared to show it. I'm afraid that people are going to laugh at me if I'm serious. So the mean Anne comes to the outside and the good Anne stays on the inside and I keep on trying to switch them around and have the good Ann to be ...and might be ...if only ...only... the air raids are getting worse. They come over day and night. The noise is terrifying. Pim says it should be music to our ears. The more planes, the sooner will come the end of the war.
Monday, the ninth of November, nineteen forty two. Wonderful news. The Allies have landed in Africa. Pim says that we can look for an early finish to the war. Just for fun he asked each of us what was the first thing we wanted to do when we got out of here. Mrs. Van Daan longs to be home with her own things, her needlepoint chairs, the Beckstein piano her father gave her ...the best that money could buy. Peter would like to go to a movie. Mr. Dussel wants to get back to his dentist's drill. He's afraid he is losing his touch. For myself, there are so many things ...to ride a bike again ...to laugh till my belly aches ...to have new clothes from the skin out ...to have a hot tub filled to overflowing and wallow in it for hours ...to be back in school with my friends.
In-the-middle Ladies – Gussie from "Ballad Hunter"
It was a day like today, warm, but not too warm. An fm cleanin' up after this big feast we cooked fer the miners and their new boss ... and up walks this man. Hansomest man I ever seen. So I'm singin' that song you like so much, mostly to myself, to pass the time and he walks up and says ... (long pause.) "don't stop ... that's just why I've come". Real clear like, and you could tell he weren't from nowhere round here.
Don't stop ... that's just why I've come ... So I say, "Pardon me"? And right then it was like a streak a lightnin' went through my heart, Lotta. You don't know it til you felt it, but it hurts so damn good you do you feel that with Rea, huh, do ya?! Cause this man, he feels it too, I can tell, don't gotta ask or say nothin', and he tells me he's lookin' fer ballads 'cause he's writin' a book, tryin' to preserve the music of these parts. An I say, "what sorta ballad?" an he goes on and on and all he had to do was say any perty lil song but he's nervous and so am I, an so I sing him every story I had ever heard, and in my life I had heard a lot. He tells me my voice sounds pertier than his mandolin, an he's writin' as fast as he can, until his hand can't take it no more, til we're both soakin' wet like we jist come outta the river, like we was baptized and that's what it felt like too, like I'd jist been born, like fer the first time I knew I was alive.
Well then you oughta know, that bein' a man he couldn't leave without puttin' his mark on me, and so he did, first, he touches my hair, real soft like and pulls it offa my face and ties it with this little ribbon he's got markin' the pages in his book, then he takes these berries he been pickin' an I don't know what he's gonna do with 'em, I think maybe he's hungry and I member I didn't even offer him nothin' to eat or drink, but instead he lifts one up to my lips like he's feedin' me the body a Jesus hisself, and then he puts in another and another and another and another until I can't hold all them berries an they start spillin' on my chin and my face is gettin' purple but he keeps puttin' 'em in and I don't ever want him to stop. But he does. It's only natural .... then he says he's goin' on down the mine, git some ballads them ole boys don't dare to sing 'round the house, but he promises to come back, he says fm a ballad myself, cause fm wild and beautiful, he did, them were his werds ... but I know he ain't comin' back... I can jist tell, but I don't stop him, cause ... I don't know why ... I jist don't. It's like I couldn't live every day that happy anyhow, so I let him go, like leaves in the river he slides right through my fingers and goes his own way.