If You D Like to Audition for

If you’d like to audition for…. Donna Sheridan Female Lead

If you’d like to audition for…. Tanya Main Character

If you’d like to audition for…. Rosie Main Character

If you’d like to audition for…. Sophie Sheridan Main Character If you’d like to audition for…. Sam Carmichael Main Character

If you’d like to audition for…. Harry Bright Main Character

If you’d like to audition for…. Bill Austin Main Character

If you’d like to audition for…. Sky Secondary Character If you’d like to audition for…. Pepper Secondary Character

If you’d like to audition for…. Ali or Lisa Secondary Characters

Non-Singing, Speaking Roles Group Singing, Speaking Roles Audition with: a 30 second monologue Audition with: a 30 sec monologue, 30 sec song (can be group) - Minister - Eddie

Group Singing, Non-Speaking Roles Sr Drama students cannot audition for these roles - Bachelor Party Guys - Hen Party Girls - Workers - Guests

Company Songs - Money, Money, Money - Mamma Mia - Lay All Your Love On Me (Guys) - Super Trouper (Girls) - Gimme Gimme Gimme (Girls) - Voulez Vous - Does Your Mother Know - I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do (Girls) - Dancing Queen - Waterloo 1:00 Monologues (Donna, Tanya, Rosie must do a 1:00 monologue; anyone else may if they choose)

 LADY: For goodness' sake, don't stop upon our account! Smoke as much as you want to--it doesn't bother me, or my daughter, either. We are used to it. Her poor father, my first husband--who is now in glory--was never without a cigar in his mouth. As he bit off one, it lit it with the butt of the other. And my second husband--who now rests in peace--they were alike as two buttons; you could scarcely tell the difference. I had a difficulty at one time myself, a suffocating feeling, all stuffed up here--terrible distress--and the doctors were telling me that it was asthma and that it wasn't asthma-- Well, I smoked then myself--aromatic cigarettes--which didn't do me any good, either, by the way, I can say that. So you see as far as we are concerned, you needn't think you are inconveniencing us. You can't annoy us by smoking. Before we changed we were travelling in the ladies' compartment, and we transferred to this one as soon as we could because there were people in it one simply couldn't travel with; they were out of the question. You would think that people who travelled first class would have manners, that they would know something. But not a bit of it! Believe me, if you want to find out what people are like, play cards with them, or watch them eat, or else go travelling. You'll find out soon enough. There was a woman in that compartment--I say she was a woman because I don't know what else to call her--with her companion--she must have been her companion, she was with her anyway--well, I can tell you I was mortified. I was ashamed--such a conversation! Between the two of them! They might as well have been sitting in their own parlors. As far as that goes, you know, speaking for myself, a widow twice, it was nothing to me; but before my daughter.... I had to make her sit with her head out of the window all the way. It was pretty chilly for her. You can see for yourself she has taken cold. And she's got a cinder in her eye, too--worse luck! Her eyes are the best part of her.

 Mabel: Well, Tommy has proposed to me again. Tommy really does nothing but propose to me. He proposed to me last night in the Music-room, when I was quite unprotected, as there was an elaborate trio going on. I didn't dare to make the smallest repartee, I need hardly tell you. If I had, it would have stopped the music at once. Musical people are so absurdly unreasonable. They always want one to be perfectly dumb at the very moment when one is longing to be absolutely deaf. Then he proposed to me in broad daylight this morning, in front of that dreadful statue of Achilles. Really, the things that go on in front of that work of art are quite appalling. The police should interfere. At luncheon I saw by the glare in his eyes that he was going to propose again, and I just managed to check him in time by assuring him that I was a bimetallist. Fortunately I don't know what bimetallism means. And I don't believe anybody else does either. But the observation crushed Tommy for ten minutes. He looked quite shocked. And then Tommy is so annoying in the way he proposes. If he proposed at the top of his voice, I should not mind so much. That might produce some effect on the public. But he does it in a horrid confidential way. When Tommy wants to be romantic he talks to one just like a doctor. I am very fond of Tommy, but his methods of proposing are quite out of date. I wish, Gertrude, you would speak to him, and tell him that once a week is quite often enough to propose to any one, and that it should always be done in a matter that attracts some attention.

 Val: So, the day after I turned 18, I kissed the folks goodbye, got on a Trailways bus - and headed for the big bad apple. Cause I wanted to be a Rockette. Oh, yeah, let's get one thing straight. See, I never heard about "The Red Shoes," I never saw "The Red Shoes," I didn't give a fuck about "The Red Shoes." I decided to be a Rockette because this girl in my home town - Louella Heiner - had actually gotten out and made it in New York. And she was a Rockette. Well, she came home one Christmas to visit, and they gave her a parade. A goddamn parade! I twirled a friggin' baton for two hours in the rain. Unfortunately though, she got knocked up over Christmas. Merry Christmas - and never made it back to Radio City. That was my plan. New York, New York. Except I had one minor problem. See, I was ugly as sin. I was ugly, skinny, homely, unattractive and flat as a pancake. Get the picture? Anyway, I got off this bus in my little white shoes, my little white tights, little white dress, my little ugly face, and my long blonde hair - which was natural then. I looked like a fucking nurse! I had 87 dollars in my pocket and seven years of tap and acrobatics. I could do a hundred and eighty degree split and come up tapping the Morse Code. Well, with that kind of talent I figured the Mayor would be waiting for me at Port Authority. Wrong! I had to wait 6 months for an audition. Well, finally the big day came. I showed up at the Music Hall with my red patent leather tap shoes. And I did my little tap routine. And this man said to me: Can you do fankicks? - Well, sure I could do terrific fankicks. But they weren't good enough. Of course, what he was trying to tell me was...it was the way I looked, not the fankicks. So I said: Fuck you, Radio City and the Rockettes! I'm gonna make on Broadway! Well, Broadway, same story. Every audition. I mean I'd dance rings around the other girls and find myself in the alley with the other rejects. But after a while I caught on. I mean I had eyes. I saw what they were hiring. I also swiped my dance card once after an audition. And on a scale of 10....they gave me for dance 10. For looks: 3.

 :45 Monologues (Sam, Sophie, Harry, Bill must do at least a :45 monologue)

 David: Debbie, I want you back. You are the light in my life and I was a fool to let that glow fade away from me. Please forgive me. No -- this isn't a joke. I've been doing a lot of thinking in the past few minutes. And I've come to realize that my life is incomplete without you.I'd like you to have this. It's a ring. Well, actually it a piece of a socket wrench, but its a symbol of my love for you. I don't want to work on cars anymore. I want to work on our marriage. And I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty. Debbie, I... I've miss you. I miss the way you take three scoops of ice cream, stick them in a bowl and put it in the microwave to get it all melty and drink it with a straw. And I miss the way that you and I used to look at each other when we'd wake up from a nap. And maybe most of all, I miss that little wrinkle in between your eyes, right above the ridge of your nose, that crinkled expression you'd give me whenever you got angry. The one you're making right now!

 Yvaine: You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn't true. I know a lot about love. I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves... You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.  Rob: Top five things I miss about Laura. One; sense of humor. Very dry, but it can also be warm and forgiving. And she's got one of the best all time laughs in the history of all time laughs, she laughs with her entire body. Two; she's got character. Or at least she had character before the Ian nightmare. She's loyal and honest, and she doesn't even take it out on people when she's having a bad day. That's character. holds up three fingers Three; long pause, hesitantly I miss her smell, and the way she tastes. It's a mystery of human chemistry and I don't understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home. shakes his head, recollecting, then looks back and lip synchs 'four' while holds up four fingers I really dig how she walks around. It's like she doesn't care how she looks or what she projects and it's not that she doesn't care it's just, she's not affected I guess, and that gives her grace. And five; she does this thing in bed when she can't get to sleep, she kinda half moans and then rubs her feet together an equal number of times...it just kills me. Believe me, I mean, I could do a top five things about her that drive me crazy but it's just your garden variety women you know, schizo stuff and that's the kind of thing that got me here.

 Ben: (All alone, practicing what he will say to his roommates.) Hey guys. Hi. We need to talk. If it;s a good time. You guys are moving out by the end of the month. The reasons are self-evident. (He closes his eyes and imagines the impact. He winces.) I need you guys to move out. It's time. I need… I want… I want you guys to know that it has been great living with you. But now I need my own space. But now, we need our own space. Molly and I need… want… feel… prefer. Molly thinks… No, not Molly. I think. You see, when you get married. Two people don't live with other people when they are married. Unless it's their own children. Look. Guys. You have been driving me crazy for the last fifteen years!!! (Closes his eyes. Winces.) Oh, don't cry. I didn't. Look. I want, need, demand, proclaim, ordain, decree - I like that - I have decreed that the time has come. Yes, the time has finally come. (Pulls hair.) I can't do it. I just can't. (Clears throat. Concentrates.) Molly, how would you feel about living with two extra guys? :30 Monologues (Sky, Pepper, Ali, Lisa must do at least a :30 monologue)

 Travis: This is so unexpected, I, uh, I didn't even have a speech prepared. Uh, but I would like to say this: Tardiness is not something you can do all on your own. Many, many people contributed to my tardiness. Uh, I'd like to thank my parents for never giving me a ride to school, the L.A. city bus driver for taking a chance on an unknown kid, and, uh, last but not least, the wonderful crew at McDonalds for spending hours making those egg McMuffins, without which I might never be tardy.

 Todd: What is wrong with you people?! Huh?! I thought you were supposed to be friends? I thought you were supposed to love each other? Your love is weird and toxic and it destroys everything it touches! I no longer care about grades or Biology or finally graduating from college like I promised my dying father. I’m going home. I’m going to hold my wife and my child close, and I am going to finally take my insulin shot! Offense taken! … Offense taken.

 Woman: I ate them. That's right. I ate the divorce papers, Charles. I ate them with ketchup. And they were good... goooood. You probably want me to get serious about our divorce. The thing is, you always called our marriage a joke. So let's use logic here: If A: we never had a serious marriage, then B: we can't have a serious divorce. No. We can't. The whole thing's a farce, Charles - a farce that tastes good with ketchup...

 Girl: Don't do it! Don't open that little box one more crack! Don't ask me to marry you. Shh, shh, shh. Don't say another word. Just listen.I can't let you do this to me. I mean, before I met you I used be such a bitch. I mean, serously, everyone at work thought I was a huge bitch. No one actually liked me. Those people I introduced to you as my friends. They're not my friends. They're scared of me. Or they were...before I met you.

 Man: I'm sorry to interrupt your date, Barbara. (to Date) Hi buddy, how's your date with my girlfriend going so far? Good? (In response to Barbara) I asked Trish. She told me you were here. (to Date) You don't mind if I sit down, do you? Thanks. (to Barb)Listen, honey...I can explain my absence for the last three months, really. I can.