My Fair Lady Audition Pieces!

A haven't been on this blog in forever it seems. Hm.
"Forever is an awfully long time."
BUT! I have news.
So, as you know I was cast as Puck in A Midsummer Night's Dream. Which was an incredible experience, I assure you. I met new people that I'm probably going to know for a long time, and grew so much as a performer! I will hold Puck close to my heart for many years to come, I'm sure.
But my next audition is on the 14th, for My Fair Lady.
And I have (finally) chosen my audition pieces!
I am going to sing the song 'Alto's Lament' from Adventures in Love, 1) because I already know it, 2) because it shows off a lot of my range, and 3) because it's kind of about being held back from showing off your full potential. ;) Which, I think, sounds exactly like Eliza Doolittle's character in My Fair Lady! (:

And my monologue... Well, this definitely took more coaxing. But I have chosen an exerpt from the play Mrs. Warren's Proffession, by George Bernard Shaw (the same playwright that created the play that My Fair Lady is based off of!) I have chosen a monologue by the character Vivie.

Some information about VIVIE: She is an attractive specimen of the sensible, able, highly-educated young middle-class Englishwoman. Age 22. Prompt, strong, confident, self-possessed. Plain business-like dress, but not dowdy. She wears a chatelaine at her belt, with a fountain pen and paper knife among its pendants. Doesn’t care for romance. Good at mathematics. Hard-worker.

And to finish off this blog post, here's the monologue! Keep in mind, that I have yet to edit it and such. Not really sure what to cut out yet because I am sure it is a tad bit too long. I want a 45 monologue when I'm done, if possible! (:

Vivie: It would not matter if you did: you would not succeed. [MRS. WARREN winces, deeply hurt by the implied indifference towards her affectionate intention. VIVIE, neither understanding this now concerning herself about it, goes on calmly.] Mother: you don’t at all know the sort of person I am. I don’t object to Crofts more than to any other coarsely built man of his class. To tell you the truth, I rather admire him for being strong minded enough to enjoy himself in his own way and make plenty of money instead of living the usual shooting, hunting, dining-out, tailoring, loafing life of his set merely because all the rest do it. And I’m perfectly aware that if I’d been in the same circumstances as my aunt Liz, I’d have done exactly what she did. I don’t think I’m more prejudiced or straitlaced than you: I think I’m less. I’m certain I’m less sentimental. I know very well that fashionable morality is all a pretence, and that if I took your money and devoted the rest of my life to spending it fashionably, I might be as worthless and vicious as the silliest woman could possibly want to be without having a word said to me about it. But I don’t want to be worthless. I shouldn’t enjoy trotting about the park to advertise my dressmaker and carriage builder, or being bored at the opera to shew off a shopwindowful of diamonds.

:)