[NEohioPAL] Cleveland Play House Auditions for Children age 6-13

[Laura Kepley]

THE CLEVELAND PLAY HOUSE ANNOUNCES AUDITIONS FOR CHILD ACTORS 

WHAT:   AUDITIONS 

New Education Director Pamela DiPasquale is holding auditions to meet with
child performers. CPH will be holding auditions for 6 to 13 year old
children.  

Actors will be seen in 15 minute increments, in groups of 10, based on age
group. 

Parents will not be allowed in the room during the audition. 

WHEN:   CHILD ACTOR AUDITIONS will be held SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 26th from
11:00-3:00 

 

PREPARATION:    

CHILD ACTORS (ages 6 to 9) should prepare and memorize one of the four Shel
Silverstein poems listed below. 

CHILD ACTORS (ages 10-13) should prepare a one minute monologue/poem of
their choice.

PLEASE BRING A PICTURE AND THEATRICAL RESUME WITH UP TO DATE CONTACT
INFORMATION.  

APPOINTMENTS:   

AUDITIONS ARE BY APPOINTMENT ONLY 

APPOINTMENTS CAN BE MADE BY EMAIL OR PHONE 

PARENTS SHOULD CONTACT Artistic Intern Caitlin Lewins to schedule an
appointment. Please tell her your child's name, age, email address, and
phone number. 

You will receive a reply with your appointment time. 

EMAIL: clewins at clevelandplayhouse.com 

PHONE:  (216) 795-7000 EXT 915 

 

 

Thank you and I look forward to seeing you at the auditions. 

Pamela DiPasquale 

 

 

 

The Little Boy and the Old Man by Shel Silverstein 
Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man. 

Boa Constrictor by Shel Silverstein 
Oh, I'm being eaten
By a boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor,
And I don't like it--one bit.
Well, what do you know?
It's nibblin' my toe.
Oh, gee,
It's up to my knee.
Oh my,
It's up to my thigh.
Oh, fiddle,
It's up to my middle.
Oh, heck,
It's up to my neck.
Oh, dread,
It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . . 






Forgotten Language by Shel Silverstein 
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go? 






It's Dark in Here by Shel Silverstein 
I am writing these poems
>From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.
So please excuse the handwriting
Which may not be too clear.
But this afternoon by the lion's cage
I'm afraid I got too near.
And I'm writing these lines
>From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here. 

 

 

Laura Kepley

Associate Artistic Director

Cleveland Play House

8500 Euclid Avenue

Cleveland, Ohio  44106

p: 216.795.7000 ext. 207

lkepley at clevelandplayhouse.com

 

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