MOON OVER BUFFALO

AUDITION INFORMATION

Auditions: December 18th & 19th from 10:00am-2:00pm at Music Theatre of CT. Auditions by appointment only. For questions or to book an appointment email AUDITIONS@MUSICTHEATREOFCT.COM OR contact Alex at 203-454-3883.

Preparation: Please prepare a 1 minute monologue in the style of the show, or choose one of the sides below.

Production Info: MOON OVER BUFFALO begins rehearsal on 1/21/25 at Music Theatre of Connecticut. Production opens Friday, 2/7/25 and runs Thursday - Sunday for 3 weeks closing on 2/23/25. MTC is unable to provide housing at this time.

AUDITION SIDES

George Hay
Oh, stop it. You can’t just leave. And you certainly can’t go off with Richard. You would die prematurely. He would bore you to death. What good is that if you’re bored, for God’s sake! Think, woman! Think for a minute! Use your brain! Think of all the fun we have together. Rambling from town to town like minor royalty. Signing autographs and doing interviews. My God, you’ll be laughing about my entrance as Cyrano for months! And think of the joy you give to thousands of people every week. As Amanda and Roxane. Lady Bracknell and Eliza Doolittle. You’re an actress, Charlotte. It’s in your veins. If you were caught in the spotlight of a runaway train, you’d break into a time step. It’s a gift to be that reckless and insane. There are people out there in the darkness who are living through you. Dreaming of what they can be through your voice. Are you really going to turn your back on them because you lost a measly role in a film? I love you, Charlotte. I haven’t the faintest idea why. But the thought of living without you terrifies me.

Charlotte Hay
(Giving George a massage) Oh, George, let them have their Ronald Colman and their Greer Garson. Who gives a damn. I’m sure that Miss Garson will do a perfectly adequate job….If that’s what they want...Stupid little bitch. I met her once. Did you know that? She was filming Pride and Prejudice and I was next door filming It Came From Below. (With increasing bitterness.) She was cutting the crusts off little tea sandwiches and I was fighting a giant gorilla. She was making love to Laurence Olivier and I was cutting the tentacles off an octopus the size of a house. (Enacting the scene:) “It’s alive! Get back! It’s about to explode!” “But Mommy—” “Don’t Mommy me, you little nag, just hold your breath!” Kaboooom! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! (CHARLOTTE stops. ) How’s your neck?

Rosalind (“Roz”)
Grandma, can I get you your hearing aid?! Grandma, listen! I have a surprise. I’m getting married…but it isn’t Paul. Grandma, it’s not Paul! Paul and I broke up! Grandma, I’m not an actress anymore! I’m in advertising. Dont you remember the talk we had at Christmas?! This is your life. And Mother and Dad’s. And that’s fine. I’m very proud of you. But I grew up with it. I want something different. Something that doesn’t drive me crazy all the time. Does that make any sense?...Grandma, can I please get you your hearing aid!!!

Paul
I don’t get it! I’m supposed to be acting, right? But instead, I’m stuck in a tree costume—a tree! In the middle of a Shakespearean comedy! How does that even make sense? And then there’s the door! Every time I try to open it at the right moment, it’s either stuck, or I’ve missed my cue, or—oh, I don’t know! I’m just trying to survive here! (Pauses, almost pleading.) Look, I’m an actor. I’m supposed to act. But right now? Right now, I’m just trying not to get crushed by a door! (He throws up his hands in exasperation.) This is a tragedy!

Howard
Nervous? Look at me. I’m a wreck! Do they know that I’m in show business, too? Well…a weatherman…but it’s a kind of acting! I mean, my God, when I was a kid, your parents were on the cover of Life magazine. “Shakespeare on Broadway—” I saw every movie they ever made! “Sergeant Yukon,” “It Came From Below—” (Suddenly.) Oh my God! I forgot the bag! I have a surprise for your father. When I was in New York last week, I read in the paper about an auction. They were selling off props and stuff from one of the big studios and...well, I bought one of your father’s old costumes. I thought he’d like it. I got him his General George S. Patton costume! Wait’ll you see it! The trouble is, I don’t have anything for your mother yet. I guess she wouldn’t take cash...? Oh god, what if I freeze up?! I do that sometimes, when I’m nervous! I can’t even remember my own name.

Ethel
Oh! ...Rosalind! Dearest girl! What a surprise! You’re getting more beautiful every day. You look adorable! Oh, I miss you terribly. It isn’t the same here without you. I hate Buffalo. It stinks. If it wasn’t named for an animal, it would have nothing going for it. I don’t mind so much for myself, really, but it’s quite a comedown for your mother. She played Broadway, you know, in the forties. Then your father dragged her down to his level. Revivals of tired old plays. B-movies. You should have heard him doing Cyrano just now at the dress rehearsal. The man is a walking ham. They should stick cloves in him and serve him with pineapple. Now listen to me, young lady. The theatre may be dying. The glamorous invalid may be crawling through the desert with but a single lung in its feeble chest, but it is still breathing and it is all we’ve got. It is our lifeline to humanity. Without it, we would all be Republicans. I'm very tired now, dear, and I'm going to lie down. It’s wonderful having you back.

Richard
Charlotte! Helloo in there. It’s 1953. The road is dead. The only stars left touring anymore, besides you two, are Cornell and the Lunts, and they have a combined age of one thousand four hundred and sixty-two. For starters, what you’re going to want to do is marry me. I’ve got tons of money and no one to spend it on. Except a cat with a thyroid problem. He’s getting very large. I had some friends in last night, they thought I’d bought a new sofa. I’m being serious…about us I mean. Charlotte, listen to me. I’m not very good at this. I cannot lie the way most men do and tell you that your cheeks remind me of damask. I don’t know what the hell damask is. But you really do deserve better than this. Let me pamper you a little. We can take a cruise together. Anywhere you want in the entire world. Rochester. Schenectady...Oh I do love you so much. You’re all I think about anymore.

Eileen
I guess Paul told you. I’m pregnant, George. Believe me. I’m two weeks late, and I’ve been tossing my guts up every morning for three days. What else do you think it is? I was such a fool! (Breaking down.) And now we’re having a little fool! Oh, George... I hope he looks just like you! Oh, and I told Charlotte…well I didn’t tell her, but I left her a note. She has to know some time! I mean, she’s gonna figure it out when I start waddling around here like a duck! “Romeo, Romeo, Quack, quack, quack, quack.” Anyway, I scribbled it down on something. I think it was her copy of Variety. I’ve got to go now, George.