"Urinetown" The Musical Seeking Teen Performers
The musical "Urinetown" is seeking teens ages 16+. See the details below. About the project: Urinetown is a hilarious musical satire of the legal system, capitalism, social irresponsibility, populism, environmental collapse, privatization of natural resources, bureaucracy, municipal politics, and musical theatre itself! Hilariously funny and touchingly honest, Urinetown provides a fresh perspective on one of America's greatest art forms. In a Gotham-like city, a terrible water shortage, caused by a 20-year drought, has led to a government-enforced ban on private toilets. The citizens must use public amenities, regulated by a single malevolent company that profits by charging admission for one of humanity's most basic needs. Amid the people, a hero decides that he's had enough and plans a revolution to lead them all to freedom! Additional info: All auditioners will sing for the production staff (acapella) 32 bars or 60-90 seconds of their song choice. Please see the attachment for details. If you are interested, please apply.
6 roles
Ladies and gentlemen of the rebellion, if you want to do to me what they did to Bobby, I wouldn’t blame you. But if this righteous rebellion were to peter out in Bobby’s absence, I would blame you. All of you! Kill me and the rebellion dies with me. Let me lead you and the rebellion will triumph! Now let’s go do to them what they were ultimately going to do to us!
People hear lots of things about Urinetown, of course, and that’s just the way we like it. For example, a little boy once asked me, “Is Urinetown actually a nice place to live? Gingerbread houses along golden, frothy canals? Like Venice, but different?” I didn’t say yes. I didn’t say no either. Welcome back, everybody. And enjoy—what’s left of the show!
Some people see me as an…evil man. But the truth is, I’m no more evil than you or Ms. Pennywise or any of those poor people you insist on trying to lead. I’m only a simple man trying to cling to tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary. Bobby, I want you to have this cash. Don’t let it happen again, and have a good time in Rio.
Whaddaya think they talk about in those quorums they got up there— how good we are?! So listen up, now! Any second those cops are gonna bust in here and bust us up like a bunch of overripe cantaloupes! So I say as long as our juice has gotta spill—all over this floor, here—her juice has gotta spill too! Cladwell juice! Then we’ll see who’s better than who!
Say, Officer Lockstock, is this where you tell the audience about the water shortage? You know, the water shortage. The hard times. The drought. A shortage so awful that private toilets eventually became unthinkable. A premise so absurd…oh. I guess you don’t want to overload them with too much exposition, huh?
No one thought they had much time, so many of us did…questionable things. There was the looting, of course, and the hoarding. But there were also the fond farewells and the late-night trysts. Life was an explosion filled with riots, cheap cabarets, dancing girls…oh yes, and love. There was love like no tomorrow, for there was no tomorrow, but there is always a tomorrow of some kind or other.
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