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Voices of Hope: a digital cabaret

Voices of Hope: a digital cabaret

Audition Information

We'd love to hear and see songs, monologues, and poems from community members of all ages, colors, shapes, and sizes! Voices of Hope is a cabaret for you.

The cabaret will be streamed for viewing in November.

Be sure to download the audition document below for full instructions to submit your audition. Be sure to email the completed audition form to cabaret@thearlingtonplayers.org and upload your video.

You may submit any song (from a musical) up to 5 minutes or monologue/poem up to 3 minutes that relays, gives, creates, brings, or otherwise embodies HOPE. Please do not submit original content.

Anyone cast in the cabaret will be required to join TAP as a member. Your audition submission may be used for the final cabaret, or cast may work with the music director and produce a new video for broadcasting.

Audition Dates

Please submit your audition videos by October 1, 2020 by following the instructions on the audition document linked below.

For questions or technical difficulties when submitting, please email cabaret@thearlingtonplayers.org.

The War of the Worlds: a radio play

The War of the Worlds: a radio play

Audition Information

Please fill out this google form, which includes locations to upload your monologue(s) as a .mp3 file.

All roles may be cast by any gender! TAP has received special permission to allow all roles to be cast gender blind.

If you are interested in being cast as Professor Pierson, please perform the Orson Welles monologue. All other roles should perform both the Rooftop Announcer and Stranger monologues:

Orson Welles Monologue:

"We know now that in the early years of the twentieth century this world was being watched closely by intelligences greater than man's and yet as mortal as his own. We know now that as human beings busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinized and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinize the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacence people went to and fro over the earth about their little affairs, serene in the assurance of their dominion over this small spinning fragment of solar driftwood which by chance or design man has inherited out of the dark mystery of Time and Space. Yet across an immense ethereal gulf, minds that to our minds as ours are to the beasts in the jungle, intellects vast, cool and unsympathetic, regarded this earth with envious eyes and slowly and surely drew their plans against us. In the thirty-ninth year of the twentieth century came the great disillusionment."

Rooftop Announcer:

"I'm speaking from the roof of the Broadcasting Building, New York City. (PAUSE, AS IF HE ISN'T SURE HE'S ON THE AIR) I'm speaking from the roof of the Broadcasting Building, New York City. The bells you hear are ringing to warn the people to evacuate the city as the Martians approach. Estimated in last two hours three million people have moved out along the roads to the north, Hutchison River Parkway still kept open for motor traffic. Avoid bridges to Long Island . . . hopelessly jammed. All communication with Jersey shore closed ten minutes ago. No more defenses. Our army wiped out . . . artillery, air force, everything wiped out. This may be the last broadcast. We'll stay here to the end . . . People are holding service below us . . . in the cathedral.

(pause for VOICES SINGING HYMN)

Now I look down the harbor. All manner of boats, overloaded with fleeing population, pulling out from docks.

(pause for SOUND OF BOAT WHISTLES)

Streets are all jammed. Noise in crowds like New Year's Eve in city. Wait a minute . . . Enemy now in sight above the Palisades. Five -- five great machines. First one is crossing river. I can see it from here, wading the Hudson like a man wading through a brook . . . A bulletin's handed me . . . Martian cylinders are falling all over the country. One outside Buffalo, one in Chicago, St. Louis . . . seem to be timed and spaced . . . Now the first machine reaches the shore. He stands watching, looking over the city. His steel, cowlish head is even with the skyscrapers. He waits for the others. They rise like a line of new towers on the city's west side . . . Now they're lifting their metal hands. This is the end now. Smoke comes out . . . black smoke, drifting over the city. People in the streets see it now. They're running towards the East River . . . thousands of them, dropping in like rats. Now the smoke's spreading faster. It's reached Times Square. People trying to run away from it, but it's no use. They're falling like flies. Now the smoke's crossing Sixth Avenue . . . Fifth Avenue . . . one hundred yards away . . . it's fifty feet . . ."

Stranger Monologue:

"Well, it isn't all of us that were made for wild beasts, and that's what it's got to be. That's why I watched YOU. All these little office workers that used to live in these houses -- they'd be no good. They haven't any stuff to 'em. They just used to run off to work. I've seen hundreds of 'em, running wild to catch their commuter train in the morning for fear they'd get canned if they didn't; running back at night afraid they won't be in time for dinner. Lives insured and a little invested in case of accidents. And on Sundays, worried about the hereafter. The Martians will be a godsend for those guys. Nice roomy cages, good food, careful breeding, no worries. After a week or so chasing about the fields on empty stomachs they'll come and be glad to be caught.

(Pause)

And we've got to make safe places for us to stay in, see, and get all the books we can -- science books. That's where men like you come in, see? We'll raid the museums, we'll even spy on the Martians. It may not be so much we have to learn before -- just imagine this: four or five of their own fighting machines suddenly start off -- heat rays right and left and not a Martian in 'em. Not a Martian in 'em! But MEN -- men who have learned the way how. It may even be in our time. Gee! Imagine having one of them lovely things with it's heat ray wide and free! We'd turn it on Martians, we'd turn it on men. We'd bring everybody down to their knees."

Rehearsals will be held via Zoom. The final recording for broadcast may be done at a radio station or with your own equipment. Safety measures will be taken if recorded on site.

Audition Dates

Submit your audition by September 25, 2020. Callbacks may take place on September 26 and 27. Be sure to note your availability on the google form.