The list.

Doesn’t everyone have a list of things to do before they die?

Since I was a young girl I have been a musical addict. Julie Andrews, Maria Friedman, Judy Garland, Liza Minnelli, Jason Donovan, Donny Osmond, etc, etc… These people were my idols. I pined to be able to sing and dance like them, on a stage or in a film. I always pictured my school being the school in Joseph, the thrill of dancing around in different colours holding hands with Donny Osmond. Or running around on stone seats in a gazebo, jumping from one to another, singing about being sixteen, young and naive.

I’ve always accepted this as a way of life, I attend the theatre two or three times a year and attended dance lessons and performed in shows for ten years as a child. I always had a passion for music and dancing however it wasn’t until recently, when I realised I was now too old to be ‘sixteen, going on seventeen’ that I realised that my passion is as alight as it actually is.

I sing at every opportunity. I could fill endless hours listening to music, reciting songs and pretending to be Mrs Lovett from Sweeney Todd. Therefore, for the last fortnight I have started to realise that to become fulfilled within myself it is vital that I audition for a part in a musical production. I have narrowed it down to The Sound of Music, Sweeney Todd or Evita. Before I die I must audition for a part.

I am under no illusion as to how pointless this is, I have no experience, I can’t sing, I can’t act and I can’t dance. There is no chance that I would get a part in any musical, But I know that if I didn’t audition then all the hours that I have wasted watching the musicals, admiring the actors and singing my throat sore would be a waste.

This is the start of my list. Audition.