Be part of our next dinner theatre production, The Savannah Sipping Society!
Book by James Wooten, Jessie Jones, and Nicholas Hope
Produced by special arrangement with Dramatist Play Service Inc. New York
Directed By: Cyndi Langford
Produced By: Tim and Donna Paulsen
Show Dates: Jan 21, 22, 23, 28, 29, 30, Feb 4, 5, 6, 2022
Venue: Best Western Plus Cobourg Inn & Convention Centre
Audition Times: Sunday, October 24th, 2:00pm; Monday, October 25th, 7:00pm
Audition Location: Firehall Theatre, 213 Second St. Cobourg
Audition/Production Inquiries: Cyndi Langford
Auditions will be on a first come, first served basis. There is no need to book a time in advance.
Audition information form should be completed prior to the audition. Bring a headshot if you have one and attach it to the audition form.
You need to prepare a monologue from one of the four audition selection of the script, see below.
Synopsis: The Savannah Sipping Society is a comedy that touches on the true meaning of friendship and what it means when circumstances force us to adjust to the uncomfortable changes, twists and turns that confront us in life. 4 Southern women: Randa, Dot, Marlafaye and later, Jinx, their new “life coach”, agree to meet on Randa’s verandah on Friday nights for cocktails.
- Randa Covington (stage age approx. 50 ) – Randa is a perfectionist and workaholic, struggling to cope with a surprise career derailment that reveals that she has no life and no idea how to get one.
- Dot Haigler (stage age approx. 70) – Dot is still reeling from her husband’s death and the loss of their plans for an idyllic retirement, and going blind.
- Marlafaye Mosley (stage age late 50s) – Texan. Earthy, boisterous, revengeful (husband left her for a younger woman)
- Jinx Jenkins (stage age early 50s) – A spunky ball of fire, offers her services as a much-needed life coach for these women.
- Randa’s Grandmother (non-speaking role; stage age 80) – Grandmother of Randa who appears and dies. Elegant matriarch of powerful, southern family.
All actors will be notified by 9 p.m. Tuesday Oct 29, either by email or phone.
Audition Monologue Selection
Please choose one of the following four monologues for your audition.
It’s been said, “The more you complain, the longer God makes you live.” Grandmother died on her 91st birthday — obviously even He couldn’t take it anymore. Come to find out she had every cardiac issue imaginable, but, being Grandmother, she didn’t bother telling anyone in the family about it. Frankly, it was a surprise to me to find out she had a heart. But die she did, and this began the endless tributes over the past six weeks that elevated her in death, to sainthood. Being the dutiful doormat granddaughter, I showed up for all of it —- the wake, the funeral, the memorial, the renaming of the park, and, today, the final indignity, the reading of the will. And because no Covington Family gathering is complete without “helpful” comments on my unrelenting single status, my eccentric Aunt Juliette cornered me with more words of wisdom. She said, “Miranda, darling, you must keep this in mind — it’s important to have a man in your life who can repair things; it’s important to have a man in your life who can make you laugh; it’s important to have a man in your life who’s good in bed. (Lower.) And it’s very important that these three men never meet, or you could end up dead.” (Sighs.)
Ross was always fond of saying, “Never ask a question if you really don’t want to know the answer.” Kind of like when the preacher’s wife asked the little girl, “And why are we quiet in church?” The little girl whispered, “So we don’t wake anybody up.” (Laughs.). So, when I went to the specialist — well, three specialists, but who’s counting — I knew the answer to my question wouldn’t be a good one, but the phrase “going blind” was not one I’d counted on hearing. I couldn’t have faced this on my own….and I am so lucky I don’t have to. (Rallies. Pleasant, no trace of self-pity.). Heavens, I’ve been around quite a while, maybe I’ve just seen my share. I’ve started memorizing faces, studying maps, trying to remember images of all the things I don’t want to forget. So, time for me to adapt and change.
Absolutely! And any joker knows “drink responsibly” means don’t spill it! (Laughter.) I guess this is the way it happens — life, that is. One day you’re locked in a sweatbox so with some health nuts thinking” you’re either gonna blow your groceries or stroke out. Next thing you know, you’ve got yourself a handful of potential friends. Funny how that works. It’s been a few months since we started gettin’ together and I gotta say, all four of us seem to be “re-energizing” our lives —- which is a loosely-goose way of sayin’ “gettin off our cans and takin’ care of business.” ‘Course Jinx forcin’ the four of us to traipse off to the opera one night was nothin’ but a bust. I mean, who sings for 20 minutes when they’re dyin’?! And it wasn’t even English! Other than that, it’s all been pretty good.
Okay, this would be a good example of why I get to be the life coach and you two don’t (Randa, Dot and Marlafaye exit.). Randa continued to be a little doubtful about my idea of the birthday party. But eventually, she got on board and we threw ourselves into it, spent the week getting ready for the big do in Randa’s elegant dining room —- we laid in caviar, the finest oysters, salmon mousse, all of her old granny’s faves. Oh, and champagne, of course —- doesn’t hurt knowing a certain Texan who gets a steep discount. And I’ve got a great feeling about this. We’ll have a ball and maybe, just maybe, Randa can finally win the old girl over. Look, I’m not kidding myself, it’s a serious responsibility when someone puts her trust in you, but I was born for this! And it’s a fantastic feeling that I might actually be able to help change people’s lives for the better…which is topped only by the thrill of getting good liquor on the cheap! Wooo-hoo