SLEEPING BEAUTY Auditions...

MAKESHIFT THEATRE CO. ANNOUNCES AUDITIONS FOR:

Sleeping Beauty
By: Jack Neary
This fun and silly version of the classic fairy tale is told as a fast paced hard hitting news broadcast.

Performance Dates:
Coolidge Corner Theater
Saturdays: April 21 & 28, May 5 & 12; Sundays: April 29
&
Regent Theater
Saturdays: June 16, 23, 30; Sundays: June 24
All performances start at 10:30 in the morning.

A stipend of $100 shall be paid to performers who can commit to all nine performances at the completion of the second run.

Makeshift Theatre Co. is currently looking for possibly 2 men and 4 women for its production of SLEEPING BEAUTY. Most actors will play multiple parts.

Roles available:
(WOMEN)
Tiffany Stephanie……………. field reporter

Fairy Zee Zee………………….….good fairy
Doctor Quack………..local medical expert

Princess Briar Rose…...…cursed princess
Girl I……………….……..commercial actor
Girl II…………………..…commercial actor

(MEN)
Prince Tentative….………………….timid prince
Prince Burly.........................not so timid prince
Scuba Man…………….……….commercial actor
Mandrake….……………….…….a wizard prince

Fairy Dicky Dock. ……..…….............good fairy
The Wolf…………………..….commercial extra

(MAN OR WOMAN)
King (or Queen)……….the father (or mother) of Briar Rose
Man (or Woman)……………………………..commercial actor

Auditions Dates:
Saturday, February 24
12:00 to 3:00
&
Monday, February 26
7:00 to 10:00.

Please bring a current headshot and resume.
Email Co. Manager Larry Leggett with your preferred date and time.
Larry@makeshifttheatre.com

Rehearsals begin March 12 and run every Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday from 7:00 pm to 10:00 pm, with an additional rehearsal on Thursday, April 19. An additional brush up week is scheduled for June 11, 12, 13, and 14. All rehearsals are to be held at 50 Vassar Street on the MIT campus.

Founded in 2005, Makeshift Theatre Co. is committed to the production of affordable, high-quality theatre that will entertain and engage audiences of all ages and excite a new generation of theatergoers.

Happy birthday to Artūrs Žoltoks & Martin Klingáčik. Who are they you ask?? …. Them is us!! They are we!!!

Since we have another new set of identies, and this time they are official (well, the guy in the car with the funny accent and smell said they were official) I convinced the Prof. that we should celebrate birthdays. I figured that since we were missing the opening of RUMELSTILTSKIN we should at least be able to celebrate something. So after we delivered the “brown Jelly beans”…ech, I showered for like 2 days! I found us a nice pub near where we are in Liepāja to have a celebratory libation or two. I tried the local favorite and the Professor had his usually Shirley Temple. In the middle of this marry making who should storm into the pub but Eve Litmonger and a few of her storm troopers. I kid you not, as soon as I saw her I spit up some of my drink right over professor Happ, and I swear I could hear Darth Vader’s theme in the background.

How could she have gotten this close?!?!? It’s my own fault. I was so disturbed by the thought of what was in the icebox that I stopped keeping track of the Interpol website and her movements. So, there we were face to face, the hunter and the hunted. Our only saving grace is the facial hair we have grown to fit in with the local fisherman, and the fact that they did not have clear pictures of me from the library incident.

The professor had never seen her in person before. I had that incident outside of Minsk where I was almost caught and will never feel comfortable around womens shoes again. She is easily double the Prof.’s size. Neither of us knew quiet what to do. She began showing that distorted picture of me from the library around to the patrons while her personal guard stood by the door.

She finally came around to us. I turned around to fiddle with the birthday balloons tied to the bar. But the Prof. was dumbstruck and looked her right in the eyes. She showed him the picture and spoke something in German. The Prof. didn’t say anything at first. I had to deliver a swift kick to the shin to restart him. Finally he started speaking. I am not sure what they talked about, but she smiled a very scary smile and looked at me and slapped me on the back, which about knocked me over the bar and turned to head out. The Prof turned back to me and I thought he was about to cry. Suddenly she came back over and adjusted the prof’s backpack and said his book (THE BOOK) was about to fall out and put it back in and zipped it up for him. The Prof. was frozen so I turned and said thank you in German, the only phrase I could remember, and then she looked the prof. up and down one more time gave him her card and left.

Needless to say we are on the move again. They do not come any closer than that dear friends. Still, I wonder what her and the professor Happ chatted about, and why did she give him her number? He refuses to talk about it.

I am glad the opening of the show went well!!! I miss all of you and should be home as soon as we put some distance between us and Litmonger!!

Incognito Nero
Intern/man on the run
nero@makeshifttheatre.com

RUMP opening....

A big thank you to all of you who came out to see the opening of RUMPLESTILTSKIN at the Coolidge. We had 140 smiling faces.

Here is our newest cast member preparing before the show. Erin webb is playing Cynthia this time around. She is a graduate of Emerson and is excited to be performing with Makeshift!

Next we have the cast of RUMPLESTILTSKIN braving the early morning snow and 14 degree weather to have their picture take with our full size poster hanging out front at The Coolidge.

We have 4 more weekends at the Coolidge and then we will be performing at The Regent Theatre in Arlington. Also, coming up next month we will be having auditions for our spring production of SLEEPING BEAUTY!!!

Again THANKS to all of you who came out for our opening day! And, as always, we disavow any knowledge of the goings on of our wayward Dramaturge and intern.

~Cast and Crew of Makeshift Theatre Co.

Rumplestiltskin

Salutations Fellow Scholars,

In one week, Makeshift Theatre shall open its production of Jack Neary's Rumplestiltskin, the fourth and final installment in his Misdirected Series. I know for a fact that it shall be their finest production yet, as I have just recently forwarded to them my fully compiled report on the Aarne-Thompson Type 500 folktale. With the wealth of information it contains on the subject of Rumpelstiltskin, they are sure to give the most accurate portrayal of the story since its first telling in 1577! There are five performances of Rumplestiltskin at the Coolidge Corner Theater and only one at the Regent Theater in Arlington, so make sure you buy your tickets today!

I'm sure you're all familiar with the story of Rumpelstiltskin in one version or another, but did you know that in the Hebrew telling of the story, his name is Ootzli Gootzli? As it turns out, the character of Rumpelstiltskin has almost as many names as Santa Claus! In Spanish, his name is el enano saltarín (which translates to "the jumping midget") and in French, he's called Grigrigredinmenufretin. Of course, the Slovak prefer to keep it simple; they call him Martin. Needless to say, their version of the story is exceptionally brief.

Now, I understand that the last time you heard from me, Nero and I were in a particular state of distress, being without a home and consistently pursued by the nefarious secret forces of Interpol. In the event that any of you are worried about my safety, I can assure you that I am quite well; I managed to devise a rather ingenious plot that shall keep Nero and I out of harm's way for the time being: we need simply lay low long enough to establish our newly obtained identities as irrefutable.

While in Belarus, Nero and I made arrangements to pick up two completely legitimate, definitely not stolen identities from a salesman in Homyel; his office was a bit cramped at first, but it became much more accommodating once Nero climbed into the back seat. Unfortunately, since we didn't have any money on us, Nero and I had to pay him with our service, instead: we were enlisted as couriers to deliver an icebox to Riga, Latvia where, upon its receipt, we would receive our new birth certificates and passports.

The journey to Latvia was not an easy one. In addition to our constant vigil for Interpol agents (one Detective Inga Litmonger, in particular), Nero and I had received explicit instructions not to open the icebox under any circumstances whatsoever. You can guess what happened there. Five minutes after we boarded the train to Riga, I had to convince Nero that what he had seen in the icebox were just two remarkably large, brown, slimy jelly beans just to keep him from bursting into tears and vomiting. He asked if they were internal organs. I told them that they were certainly not internal organs any more. He seemed okay with that.

Eventually we made it to Riga, where we exchanged the icebox for our new identities. As this included the receipt of our new birth certificates, Nero insisted that we throw ourselves a birthday party; at first I was nonplussed, but, as the trip over had left my assistant's demeanor in a rather dismal state, I figured there was no harm in a little cake and ice cream. For Nero's sake, you know. Think of it as counselling.

At any rate, Nero (or Artūrs Žoltoks, as he is now called) and I have settled into a beautiful little two-bedroom apartment in the coastal city of Liepāja, a fishing community first established in 1253. Nero's had to get a job as a fisherman to pay for rent while we stay here, but there also happens to be an international airport not far away. Once we've been here long enough to blend in with the local laymen, we shouldn't have any trouble getting past airport security and onto a return flight to Boston!

And, as always, The Book remains safely in my possession.

Brilliantly Sincere,

Martin Klingáčik
Director of Field Dramaturgy
Makeshift Theatre Co.
profhapp@makeshifttheatre.com

HOLD THE PHONE.....

Now wait a minuet....WAIT JUST ONE GOSH DERN MINUTE!!!!

I am out trudging around with Mr. Profy Pants lost in eastern Europe, where come to find out Dr. Doom does not live, and sleeping in barns and getting chased by the police, missing Christmas and Thanksgiving and Mr. Rhodes and Mr. Legget are AT HOME PLAYING WITH UBER SWEET LIGHT SABERS!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Ok, life is just not fair. This is miserable. The prof said something about entering the "Communist block" because there are ways to smuggle anything there now including people. So I confirmed with him that it was a hive of scum and villainy and he didn't get it. At least he said he was glad he was having an effect on my vocabulary. All of this and I have to see pics of other people with light sabers posted on my own blog?!?!?! Where is the justice in that?? I am going to have to rethink my situation with Makeshift when I get home ... If I get home.

I even went out of my way to set up a Makeshift Myspace page so we could reach more people... http://www.myspace.com/makeshifttheatre .... and this is the thanks I get?!?!?!

RUMPELSTILTSKIN start in 9 days and I will not be there for the opening?!?!!? What will everyone think???

That's IT! I have had enough I am going to get us outta here. I am signing off to go make plans. PLANS I TELL YOU!!! and that Prof. better not get in the way.

Light sabers....HURUMPH! We shall see about that!!

Nero
Intern with a mission!
nero@makeshifttheatre.com

In the interim.

Since we have not heard from our traveling twosome in quite some time (the video Nero's mother sent us would not play) we would like to keep our blog up to date.

So in lieu of any information from Happ & Nero we present to you our Artistic Director and our Company Manager with the light sabers they got for Christmas. Yes folks, these are the guys in charge.
(Sigh.....)
How we have gotten as far as we have we shall never know.