The sounds from other auditionees seeped through the walls - a pitch perfect At Last and some big belter Grease numbers - and just as I was getting ready to pack it all in I was called in.

There sat the musical director waiting for me to do my best Eliza Doolittle impression. Although my throat constricted and my heartbeat could have drowned out the sound of my voice I somehow got through it. With a final “loverly” I smiled a nervous smile and left.

Finally, the dancing. Now I may have done a bit of ballet, tap and jazz when I was a smaller version of myself but I’m no dancer by a marathon long stretch. As leotard clad beauties flexed and pointed around me I did my best attempt at looking like I belonged with a few dismal stretches. Then it was time for choreography to that old favourite: The sun has got his hat on. Now I won’t beat around the bush on this one. I sucked. As soon as the choreographer started talking about time steps and Charlestons I knew I was in trouble. After reassuring us that she was looking for energy rather than perfection, I flashed my cheesiest grin hoping this would be would be enough to distract from my feet doing their own out-of-time step.

With great admiration for anyone who ever has to audition for anything I packed my jazz shoes away and headed home.

Watch out for our video footage of the recall auditions for Me and My Girl.
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