[Nstc] Clown Bar Auditions

[Ceil Herman]

No Strings Theatre Company is happy to announce auditions for Clown Bar by Adam Szymkowicz, directed by Joshua Taulbee. Auditions will be held Saturday May 30th and Sunday May 31st at BBtoo (717 N. Mesquite St.) from 2pm to 4pm. Performances will begin July 31 and continue for two weekends ending August 9th.

A perusal script is on Reserve at the Branigan Library Ask Here Desk.

Please prepare a short comedic story or joke, no longer than one minute. Also, be prepared to perform the monologue “Dusty’s Bad Day” in a comedic or noir style (It doesn’t have to be memorized). Finally, performers should be prepared to participate in physical improvisation exercises designed to assess movement, expressiveness, and nonverbal storytelling.
All performers must be at least 18 years old. No roles have been precast!
Synopsis:
Happy’s younger brother Timmy, a drug addict, has been murdered. Happy must return to the seedy underbelly of the clown crime underworld to figure out who killed his brother. He’ll run into old friends, old enemies, and an old flame to find his brother’s killer. Clown Bar blends noir and clowning in a hilarious and moving tale of brotherly love.
Characters:
Happy - A former clown, now a cop, hunting down his brother's killer.
Clowns:
Giggles - A “tough guy” clown. One of Bobo’s henchmen.
Shotgun McGhee - Another “tough guy” clown, henchman, and bartender. Except this one has a shotgun.
Dusty - A sad clown. Sings at the Clown Bar.
Timmy - Dead. Happy’s younger brother. Appears in flashbacks.
Twinkles - Very intelligent. Another of Bobo’s henchmen.
Petunia - Waitress/Prostitute with a heart of gold.
Popo - A psycho killer.
Blinky Fatale - A burlesque dancer, femme fatale, and Happy’s old girlfriend.
Bobo - Crime Boss.
Please send any questions to the director Joshua Taulbee at jotaulbe at gmail.com.
Monologue “Dusty’s Bad Day”My cat died last week. Thirty seven years old and died falling off the counter. She was dead before she hit the ground I suspect. I still haven't buried her. I’m too sad about it. I just stuffed her in the freezer and now whenever I want a popsicle, I see her and I start crying again. On top of that, yesterday, I was sitting on my couch and I noticed a tear in it. I should probably get some thread and stitch it up. It’ll just get bigger if you don’t do something about it. You know what they say, a stitch in time…something something. Something about stitches. But it applies universally. To all ways of fastening things. Like pull up your zipper now or you’ll be cold later. Or take the antibiotics now before you give it to other people. Or like, go to rehab before you OD on cough syrup or PCP or whatever. Or like, take care of your mama. My mama’s doing okay. In fact, I was having a pretty good day if I wasn’t thinking about the cat or my couch. But then Shotgun shot me in the foot. I’ll probably get gangrene. I’m hoping the burlesque show might cheer me up.