Auditions are open to all registered students in the Vanderbilt community. Directors usually post requirements for auditions on the greenroom board. You may stop by the Theatre's office in Neely Auditorium to read a copy of the script in the days before the audition. You may also contact the office with any additional questions or to set up an appointment to speak with a director personally.
VUT also welcomes the participation of any student on crews for scenery, lighting, costume, makeup, properties, sound, stage management, and house management. Contact us to see what opportunities are available.
Auditions take place on the main floor of Neely Auditorium. Dress so that you can move comfortably and relax - we usually try to have some fun.
Spring 2019 Auditions and Crew Sign-ups
The Suppliants : Sunday, December 2: 6pm-10pm
If you have a 1-2 minute monologue of any kind, please present it.
If you do not have a memorized monologue, please read from one of the three Twelfth Night monologues below. No one will be turned away from auditioning.
Callbacks for Twelfth Night will be Sun 12/2 from 3:30-6:00pm and The Suppliants from @ 6:15-10:00pm. Please wear movement clothes and have fun.
For Twelfth Night questions please contact director Santiago Sosa at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Technical Rehearsals: All Day Sun 2/10, evenings Mon 2/11-13
Performances: 2/15-16 @ 8pm, 2/17 @ 2pm, 2/21 @ 7pm, 2/22-23 @ 8pm
Technical Rehearsals: All Day Sun 3/31, evenings Mon 4/1-3
Performances: 4/4-7, Thu-Sat @ 8pm, Sun @ 2pm
Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare
In the far off fantastical world of Illyria, a shipwrecked Viola finds herself having to dress as the opposite sex to survive while serving the Duke Orsino who is in love with Olivia who is in love with Viola who is in love with Orsino. Meanwhile the puritanical Malvolio loves the idea of being in love whilst having to deal with Sir Toby Belch, Maria, Feste, and Sir Andrew that all are in love with the simple pleasures of life itself. This 100 minute adaptation of William Shakespeare’s classic comedy is set in an imagined world where things are not always as they seem and love is found in the most unexpected places.
The Suppliants by Aeschylus
A “suppliant” is an individual making a plea to someone in power. The premise of this Ancient Greek Drama might have been taken from today’s headlines. A King faces an immigration case. He expresses security concerns, but allows his citizens to democratically decide the issue. Should a city aid those in need, or reject their pleas? Reimagined in a contemporary setting, this abbreviated adaptation explores dislocation and community through the timeless figure of the refugee.
If you do not have a prepared monologue, please read either of the following from Twelfth Night.
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.
'What is your parentage?'
'Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
I am a gentleman.' I'll be sworn thou art;
Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions and spirit,
Do give thee five-fold blazon: not too fast:
Unless the master were the man. How now!
Even so quickly may one catch the plague?
Methinks I feel this youth's perfections
With an invisible and subtle stealth
To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.
What ho, Malvolio!
I left no ring with her: what means this lady?
Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her!
She made good view of me; indeed, so much,
That sure methought her eyes had lost her tongue,
For she did speak in starts distractedly.
She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion
Invites me in this churlish messenger.
None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none.
I am the man: if it be so, as 'tis,
Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
How easy is it for the proper-false
In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!
Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we!
For such as we are made of, such we be.
How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;
And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;
And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.
What will become of this? As I am man,
My state is desperate for my master's love;
As I am woman,--now alas the day!--
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!
O time! thou must untangle this, not I;
It is too hard a knot for me to untie!