AUDITIONING WHEN YOU SHOULDN'T

Auditioning When You Shouldn’t

I knew before I even left the dressing room.

You can tell in the first five minutes of a warm-up. The note either settles or it doesn’t. That morning, it didn’t.

I’d come in early. Earlier than anyone else. The building was quiet. I started gently, slowly, trying to coax something into place. Steam. Water. Medication to loosen my chest. Controlled breathing.

Nothing.

What came out was a croak.

This was well into a six-month contract. The strain hadn’t appeared overnight. It had been building. Stress sitting in the body for longer than I’d admitted. Fatigue that didn’t lift. Illnesses I didn’t normally get. This time it had gone to my chest.

If I took time off, questions would follow. You don’t just say “I’m not right” in this industry without being asked what that means. And sometimes you don’t want to open that door.

So you manage it.

You perform. You minimise. You tell yourself it will pass.

And then Disney come in-house.

When a major production team comes directly into the building to audition, that isn’t routine. That isn’t a casting call you can revisit next month. That’s a moment. You are already in contract. You are already visible.

You don’t let that pass.

The day before, the Resident Director asked me quietly, “Are you alright? Do you still want to do the audition?”

He knew I wasn’t at full strength.

There was a split second where I could have said it. I could have said, “I’m not well. I’m not at my best.”

Instead, I said, “Yes. I’ll be there.”

Because once you say no, you can’t undo it. And I told myself the voice would settle overnight.

It didn’t.

By the time my slot came around, I still had no solid top in my voice. I was about to attempt one of the biggest numbers in the show. A role that requires authority and vocal weight.

I knew what was going to happen.

And I walked out anyway.

That’s the part people don’t talk about.

The moment where you know you shouldn’t — and you go.

I sang a few bars. Even the middle register felt unstable. Whispery in places. Croak in others. The top wasn’t there at all.

You can feel the room register it. Not cruelly. Just professionally.

I stopped. I apologised. “I have a bad chest. It’s just not coming out.”

Pause.

“Okay. Just read the dialogue for us.”

And in that pause, something settles.

The opportunity you were trying to protect has already shifted.

I was angry. Not at them. At myself. I had known. I had felt it in the dressing room. I had felt it the day before when I was given an exit.

But fear is persuasive.

Fear of missing the moment.
Fear of being forgotten.
Fear that this is the one shot that won’t come again.

The industry conditions you to equate availability with professionalism. If you’re in the building, you show up. If you’re asked, you say yes. You do not remove yourself from contention.

What no one explains is that your instrument does not care about opportunity.

Your body keeps its own record.

At that point, I wasn’t just vocally compromised. I was depleted. And depletion is subtle. You’re still functioning. You’re still performing. You’re still showing up.

But there’s a difference between functioning and being fit.

Looking back, the decision wasn’t strategy. It wasn’t even optimism.

It was fear dressed as necessity.

No one forced me. My agent didn’t pressure me. The casting team didn’t insist. The Resident Director gave me an exit.

I didn’t take it.

That’s on me.

But the culture matters.

In theatre, moments feel scarce. You’re told — implicitly — that doors don’t stay open. That visibility fades. That if you don’t capitalise while you’re in contract, you may not see that room again.

So you override your own judgment.

You stand under lights with a voice that isn’t there and hope adrenaline will fix it.

It doesn’t.

What I learned from that audition wasn’t about Disney. It was about decision-making under pressure.

There is a difference between bravery and compulsion.

Bravery is showing up prepared.

Compulsion is showing up compromised because you’re afraid not to.

The industry respects resilience. It does not reward fragility. So you learn to conceal strain. You tell yourself everyone pushes through.

But pushing through and pushing against are different things.

That day, I pushed against my own capacity.

And it didn’t elevate me. It exposed me.

There will always be another audition. There will not always be another voice.

In this industry, saying yes can feel brave. But sometimes it’s fear that makes the decision.

 

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