Among thirty fantastically presented stories on audition day, twelve in particular, burst forth and were immediately recognized as belonging to this year's Listen To Your Mother: Portland. In true beginner's-luck fashion, like the first time I grew carrots, selecting the cast was surprisingly effortless.
As each of the twelve auditions concluded, producer Kelli Martinelli and I looked at each other and enthusiastically declared, "Yes!" Okay, so there were a couple time we said "Absolutely" and once, "Hell, Yes." The point is, each of the choices were instantly obvious and unanimous.
Not to say it wasn't incredibly difficult to tell those other inspiring souls, who touched us with their words, that this year was not the year for them. Trying to instill our appreciation for each person and story and having to say, "Not this year" to so many. That, I discovered, is the torture of the process but also a valuable and necessary step, calling upon all the tact and grace I could muster.
The audition/casting experience was enthralling, emotional, exhilarating, exhaustive and alliterating. And that's about all I have to say about that. Except how much I hope that any future such endeavors, don't go the way of all my subsequent attempts at growing carrots.
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Hell yes! That's what I've been saying since I walked out of that room with y'all, transformed and illuminated by our five minutes of story together.
Speaking of illumination...I've got a certain poetry reading on my calendar.
So excited to be a "Yes!" Can't wait to meet and hear the others.
You will not be disappointed!
So excited! Already bought our tickets and gave mom and grams orders to pack their hankies :)!
Jessi! I am so touched you all are coming.