I sent over an email expressing my interest, and here is my official response
Hello Briana -
Thank you for your interest in Girl Be Heard's Touring Company. You have been selected to audition for an audition. To guarantee your space, please respond back to this message within 24 hours. If we do not hear from you we will give your space to someone else.
We have schedule your audition date and time for:
TUESDAY, JANUARY 14th at 7:05 pm
at
One Potata Productions
80 E. 11th Street - Suite 301A
New York, NY, 10003
For this audition we ask you to bring:
- Two contrasting pieces of work you've written, memorized and performance ready. These can be contrasting in themes, tone or content. These can be pieces you've previously written for Girl Be Heard shows.
- A hard copy of your headshot (or photo) and a resume
Please do not hesitate to contact us if you have any questions.
Best,
Ashley
From Monday-Wednesday, I wrote an entirely new piece based on a specific prompt the directed suggested I write while workshops were still going on:
Doube Standard
He can do it, why can’t I?
He can wear a tanktop to school but when I do it i’m
“showing too much skin.”
He can have a new girlfriend every week, but when I go from
one boyfriend to the next i’m “a slut”
He can brag about the newest girl he’s banged but word gets
out that i’ve slept with someone i'm “easy”
He can talk about how hot Kate Upton is, but god forbid I
mention my crush on Adam Levine and i’m “degrading my place as a feminist”
He can dress as if he just walked out of bed without a
question but if I decide i don't want to wear eyeliner that day, i’m “sick” or
something else is wrong.
He can curse like a sailor, but I can’t drop the F bomb
because “it isn’t lady like.”
He doesn’t have to be mad for any specific reason, but when
i’m mad “I’m just on my period or
something.”
He can stand his ground and be called “a man”. I stand my
ground and i’m called a bitch
He’s told that being a man means being the strong one, being
the man means being the one in control, being the man means being the one with
the last word, but i’m told that being the woman means being the one to nurture
and care, being the one who’s fairy tale ending is getting married to the
prince.
Does this mean that i’m not allowed to be the strong one?
Does this mean that i’m not allowed to be the one in control? Does this mean
that i’m not allowed to have the last word?
Does this mean that it’s not his job to nurture and care?
Does this mean that he is what completes a girl’s fairy tale ending?
He can do it. Why can’t I?
as well as a new piece, I spent the rest of the week making edits (which ended up basically we-writing) to my piece that I performed at Girl Be Heard Unplugged this past December. Here is the original piece, and below it is the edited piece:
ORIGINAL:
What I’m scared of is so not feminist of me. What I’m scared
of isn’t that big of a deal to most people, but that’s because most people have
had this. But when I tell people, they say: “Oh, big deal. You’re being
dramatic.” Or “That’s a stupid reason to be upset.” But I say it is. And I say
that I’m not being dramatic. All
of my friends, they have had boyfriends and “experiences”. But me? I’m just
innocent old Bri. The one who is too awkward to find anyone to like her. The
one who has the romantic experience of a toilet brush.
This
scares me. It scares me that no one will ever look at me that way. I’m scared
that no one will ever want to be with me. I’m scared that when prom comes
around, all of my friends will have dates and I’ll be that person who goes
alone and third wheels everyone.
People
always talk about slut shaming right? Well I think people should start talking
about virgin shaming. Because it is a big deal to some girls. Girls are looked
at differently for it. Girls are bullied for it, and that is just as bad as
shaming a girl for the opposite reason.
It isn’t feminist of me, I will admit. It isn’t a big deal
to most people because it was a rite of passage to them. So when I tell people
what I hate most about myself they say “That’s no big deal.” And maybe they’re
right, but it doesn’t make it suck any less.
All of my friends have had all these boyfriends and
experiences and wild nights out. But me? I’m just innocent old Bri. The awkward
one who you’re parents love because they know you won’t be up to any funny business
when we hang out. The one who’s Friday nights include a box of Oreos and a Tim
Burton movie.
Call me straight edge, call me a prude, and call me socially
awkward. I’ve heard it all. And sure, it could be worse. I could be pregnant or
on the streets or dying of cancer. I get that and I thank my lucky stars every
day that I’m not. But every day, I’m looked at like I’m some porcelain doll. So
I dress in all black and wear a lot of eyeliner and leather to try to mask
that, but at the end of the day, I’m the one who comes home and cries because
of my lack of a life.
Why is that? Why are we shamed if we have too much fun, and
shamed if we don’t have enough? Why are we defined not by how many
accomplishments we have made, but how many hookups we have had? Why are we slut
shamed AND virgin shamed.
It’s what being a teenager is, I get it, but man it hurts
sometimes.
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