Confessions of a Stage Mom
After the past two days, should I call myself a stage mom? According to wiki:
“In the performing arts, a stage mother is a term for the mother of a child actor. The mother will often drive her child to auditions, make sure he or she is on the set on time, etc. The term sometimes has a negative connotation, suggesting that the individual is prone to obnoxiously demand special treatment for her child, or suggesting that the individual has placed inappropriate pressure on her child to succeed. Some believe that a "stage mom” is vicariously living out her own dreams through her child."
Well, I for sure don’t have any wire hangers, but… I do know that if your child really wants to be on stage, they better be ready for some heartache. It’s not always fair, directors are not always careful with feelings, and auditions are, well, usually really weird.
Here are a few things that you will see:
- 1. Tone-deaf kids. I honestly think their parents don’t know. There is a simple test- have someone who knows test their tone matching skill on the piano. And let that person know that you would like them to be honest. Seriously, no good ever comes of not being told that you’re tone-deaf. Think American Idol auditions, see? It’s funny, not precious. And just because you can’t sing doesn’t mean you can’t be in regular plays with no music. That’s fun too!
- 2. Strange Auditions. Don’t be surprised if someone whips out a kazoo mid-song or has a pile of props to use during their audition. It’s over the top and uncalled for, but directors seem to like it. However, you never know when this is going to bite you in the butt; it’s a game that we lowly audition-ers don’t know the rules to.
- 3. Chaos. Every audition I’ve ever seen is the opposite of systematic. But let’s be honest, I’m sure Broadway doesn’t run like this, but if you’re in a small town, expect a little less. It’s not mean, but if they are a stellar, ground-breaking director, they often won’t be in a small town. Of course there are probably exceptions, just because I haven’t seen them, doesn’t mean it isn’t the case.
The key is to know what you’re getting into and be as prepared as possible. Come prepared with what they want and if they want a song, I highly recommend you come with a pianist. Even if they say that have one, it’s always better with someone you’ve practiced with. And in a small-town, they may use the term “pianist” very loosely. And that’s okay.
Prep your child that it’s often more about numbers, age, height, and hair color. Seriously.
And don’t give up! If your child really wants to do it, go to every audition. They’ll improve- take constructive criticism (ask the director for some) and work on it. You’ll get a part eventually. After all, a lot of getting a part has to do with who you know— and they will know you if you keep coming back.
Long story short, S. had a horrible time at the last audition; there was some rude stuff that was a little too much for a 7 year old! But now she’s nine and willing to take it on again because she just really loves to be on stage. She has a part that she tried out for Monday and Tuesday night; not without some drama (in the form of not making a call-back, then oops, oh yeah, she did). I look forward to working with this director that I’ve never had contact with before and I hope I can give a stellar review! I honestly think the process bugs ME more than it bugs S. So, does that make me a stage mom?
Maybe so. But I really hope not!
Vintage Ginger Peaches is a blog devoted to creativity in all it’s forms, written by Courtney Price (mom of 4).