Overview

This intensive musical theatre production program is designed for kids with musical theatre experience who are serious about developing their acting, singing and dancing skills while presenting a musical to be performed in the spring. Students work with industry specialists as they hone their skills and learn to work together as a theatre company.

Audition required for program enrolment. 

Audition Requirements
1 song of your choice (does not have to be from the show) and 1 monologue

Ages 9-14
$1250 / Year
$88 / Materials
Materials are non-refundable.
2 hour sessions, once a week.

• Additional rehearsals may be required.

This program is by audition only, please select an appropriate monologue and vocal performance and post it to your YouTube account. Our audition form includes a space for up to 2 video links to be included.
See the suggested selections from Matilda Jr. below for use in your audition monologue.

 THE TRUNCHBULL

How dare you? You are not fit to be in this school madam. You ought to be in prison! In the deepest dankest darkest prison! I shall have you wheeled out strapped to a trolley with a muzzle over your mouth. I shall crush you. Your father is a crook and so are you. Miss Honey has allowed her weakness and filth to permeate through this miserable collection of excuses for children and you, madam, standing there before me like the squirt of squids, are it’s beating heart.

BRUCE

Okay! Look! All right! I stole the cake. And honestly, I was really, definitely, sort of, almost thinking about owning up. Maybe. But the thing was, I was having a lot of trouble with my belly. You see, the Trunchbull's cake was so good that I'd scoffed it down too quick, and now it was beginning to fight back. [His stomach growls.] Oops! See!

MATILDA (option 1)

Yes. Well, I needed to learn to read words so that I could read sentences. Because basically a sentence is just a big bunch of words. And if you can't read sentences, you've got no chance with books.

MATILDA (option 2)

And so the great day arrived. Everything was arranged by the Acrobat's sister - a frightening woman who used to be an Olympic-class hammer thrower, and who loved nothing better than to scare the children of the town. Suddenly, out came the Escapologist. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls... The Burning Woman Hurling Through The Air With Dynamite In Her Hair Over Sharks And Spiky Objects , Caught By The Man Locked In The Cage... has been... cancelled.” Cancelled because my wife is... pregnant. Just then the Acrobat's sister stepped forward and produced... a contract. “I have paid for the posters, publicity, the catering, the toilet facilities. Where is my profit? A contract is a contract. You will perform on this day or off to prison you both shall go!”

MRS WORMWOOD

Look at this. She's reading a book. That's not normal for a five-year-old. I think she might be an idiot. And she keeps trying to tell me stories, Harry. Stories. Who wants stories? I mean, it's just not normal for a girl to be all . . . "thinking". Your father wants to escape this! What about me, then? I've got a whole house to look after! Dinners don't microwave themselves, you know! If you're an escapologist, I must be an acrobat to balance that lot. The world's greatest acrobat! I am off to bleach my roots . . . and I shan't be talking to you for the rest of the evening, you horrid little man!

MR. WORMWOOD

Would you please shut up? I am trying to pull off the biggest business deal of my life and I have to listen to this. It's your fault. You spend us into trouble and you expect me to get us out. What am I? A flaming escapologist? I'm gonna make us rich! Russian businessmen: very, very stupid! Your genius husband is going to sell them one hundred and fifty five old cars as brand-new luxury cars.[to MATILDA] And you with your stupid books and your stupid reading - get off to bed, you little bookworm.