Our theatre welcomes all performers of all ages and experience levels. The audition can be a great experience to get to know others with similar passions to yours and get some good experience... and maybe be cast in your first show! Our audition process is often very fun and informal. More audition information will also be posted on our Facebook page, GCT 2019 AUDITIONS!

* All shows are subject to change pending receipt of rights from the publishing houses, and show dates are tentative pending contract completion. 

2019 auditions INFORMATION!

GCT JR PLAYERS Auditions for FALL of 2019 will be held in AUGUST at GCT 

This small audition-only group of performers under 18 open every season subscritption show in the 2018 season with a short song and dance performance.  Jr Players must be able and willing to be exceptional role models for other performers, singing, dancing, emcee, hostess, greeter, and any other area they may be needed. Grooming the next generation of leaders for the GCT.  Rehearsals are each Wednesday, 3:30-5:30.  $40 per month for this class/group.

Directors: James Mierkey and Jennifer Janine. Please be prepared with a vocal solo to perform at audition.



AUGUST 10 AND 11 (10am-2pm) at Golden Chain Theatre


Please prepare a vocal solo and be prepared to read from the attached script excerpts. 

Nine year old Ralphie Parker wants one thing for Christmas, and one thing only: An Official Red Ryder Range Model Carbine Action BB Gun. There’s only one problem: everyone else is convinced he’ll shoot his eye out! Undeterred, he begins his saga of convincing all the necessary players, from his sweet but protective Mother, to his straightlaced teacher, Miss Shields, all the way to Santa Claus himself, that he needs that gun for the protection of his loved ones, and maybe even a little cowboy glory to call his own. Ralphie’s vivid imagination conjures up several showstopping numbers, from “Ralphie to The Rescue” in which he defeats every foe a young boy can think of (robbers, mustache twirling villains, and of course, the school bully), to the thrilling tap routine performed by a gun moll-esque Miss Shields, who sheds her sweater set and romance novel for a glittery red gown and a whole lot of moxie. And Ralphie’s not the only one with dreams of grandeur. His old man is just as set on a goal of his own, namely, winning a prize in the $50,000 Great Figures of World Literature Contest. His dreams come true when he wins a major award from the competition in the form of a garish, fishnet stocking clad leg lamp, which horrifies his wife but brings him unadulterated joy. In the biggest number of the show, the Old Man dreams up a fantastic dance sequence, developing from a euphoric ballet, to a sultry tango with his wife dressed a la lamp, and finally to a show stopping leg lamp can-can bringing the number to a triumphant close. Filled with quirky and lovable characters, this zany, heartfelt, and nostalgic musical is as delightful as the biggest, shiniest present under the tree on Christmas morning.


Jean Sheperd/Narrator (Lead): Male, 45-55
Charismatic storyteller with a dynamic speaking voice who can draw an audience in to the world of the play. Non-singing. 
The Old Man (Lead): Male, 30-45
high baritone or tenor to a high G. He has a good heart, but it is buried under a rough exterior. He’s not the perfect father by any means – he is happiest when he’s tinkering in the basement. Actor should be very comfortable working with kids.
Mother (Lead): Female, 30-40
mezzo-soprano low G to high Db. She is more in charge than she would ever let anyone know. Warm but tough. Strong willed, straight forward, no nonsense, likable, midwestern – a kind of every-mom.
Ralphie (Lead): Male, 9-12
high belter, low F# to high D. A regular kid – He wouldn’t be lost in a crowd, but he wouldn’t stand out either. Bright, but not precocious; the boy next door. Ralphie above all is a dreamer. Seeking a young boy who is comfortable and honest on stage. Must be an excellent singer and able to carry a show. Tap dance is a big plus.
Randy (Lead): Male, 8-11
high belter, low F# to high C#. Ralphie’s younger brother. Can be a bit awkward and offbeat; admires his big brother, Ralphie, but won’t admit it. Seeking a young boy who is comfortable and honest on stage, cute, cuddly, & whiny but not a brat. 
Miss Shields (Supporting): Female, 25-40
alto belter. She is Ralphie’s elementary school teacher. Perhaps a little boring looking at first – ah but underneath! Great with comedy. Character woman. An actress with a flexible voice who is comfortable singing both legit and contemporary Broadway – a belter. Great mover and a strong tapper.
Scut Farcus (Lead): 12-14
Grover Dill (Supporting): Male, 10-13
Santa (Supporting): Male, 32-62 Singing Role
Tap Specialty Child (Supporting): Males & Females, 9-14
Featured Children (Supporting): 10-14 Dancing and Singing Roles
Additional Adult Roles (Supporting): Males & Females, 18-65, Some Dancing and Singing Roles
Audition Excerpts:

























































Hi Gang! Are you ready to play radio on this blustery, blizzardy Christmas Eve? I am if you are. Yes, once again, right here on WROR in the heart of Manhattan, it’s the Jean Shepherd show,  home of the greatest stories ever told-by yours truly, of course. On my way into the studio, in the spanking December breeze, I passed by a Salvation Army Santa Claus listlessly tolling is bell, and remembered another Christmas, in another time, in another place, and… A gun. I take you back to the exotic city of Hohman, Indiana. Where the state line ends abruptly in the icy, detergent filled waters of Lake Michigan. Back in the day,  Lake Michigan was so polluted you could run halfway to Milwaukee before you sank to the bottom. Anyhow, it was there in Hohman, back in 1940, that I experienced my most important Yuletide season. Now when I say the word I, I don’t mean me, necessarily. It’s a universal. And the I in this particular story is Ralphie Parker. So sit back, turn up the volume and let’s go!


Parker Family Audition I

“Breakfast” pg 33-37

The Old Man, Mother, Ralphie, Randy, Jean


MOTHER:  Boys, breakfast! Hurry.  You’ll both be late for school.

RALPHIE:  Get out of my way, Randy!

RANDY:  You get out of my way, Ralphie!

RALPHIE:  I was here first.

RANDY:  Was not!

RALPHIE:  Was too!

RANDY:  Was not!

RALPHIE:  Was too!

RANDY:  Was not!

RALPHIE:  Was too!

RANDY:  Was not!

RALPHIE:  Was too!

THE OLD MAN:  Shut up!

MOTHER:  Hurry up now and eat.

(A loud boom is heard beneath the kitchen.  A puff of smoke billows out of the furnace grate)

THE OLD MAN:  What was that?

MOTHER:  It sounded like the furnace again, dear.

THE OLD MAN:  (slowly unleashing his rage) It’s the clinkers...It’s the consarned, goobly-degooking, racklin’ ash! Sons britches motor-floggin’ cake-sniffin shirty plastards! (Continues while exiting)

 Farfangled britches, cobbler-goblin’. (Falls down stairs and crashes) Who left the skates on the steps?

Who turned the damper down?! You have to leave it up! Clinkers again.  Cob-globbering, tuttin-fruitten clinkers. 

(Re-enters covered in soot) The fufaluckin’ fumulagatin’, farrfignugin flopchockitty furnace has gone out again.  Call the office and tell them I’ll be late.  

MOTHER: (Diverting the children’s attention) Well...uh...What do you boys want for Christmas?

JEAN:  An opening!  I knew the old man would never get me the gun for Christmas.  Maybe I’d convince Mom. I only had twenty-three days left. How could I make the case that the Red Ryder wasn’t just a Christmas present - it was a necessity!?

RANDY:  I want a toy zeppelin that lights up and makes noises. 

MOTHER:  That’s nice...Ralphie?

JEAN:  Now I knew the moment called for nuance and nonchalance. But sometimes you just…

RALPHIE:  (Blurting out quickly and excitedly) An Official Red Ryder carbine-action 200-shot Range Model air rifle with a compass in the stock and a-uh-uh…..

JEAN:  Oh no! My tongue short-circuiting my brain.  I was dead. Even before she opened her mouth, I knew what was coming.

MOTHER:  Ralphie--you’ll shoot your eye out.

RALPHIE:  (weakly) Heh, heh, ...I was just kidding.  I guess I’d like some Tinkertoys.

JEAN:  Tinkertoys?!  I couldn’t believe my own ears.  She’d never buy it...

MOTHER: All right boys, time for school. Ralphie, put on your things.  Here, Randy, let me help you.  

RANDY:  (prolonged whine) Mom, it’s too cold to go to school.  

(Mother dresses Randy ,as he complains and whines, in snowsuit and scarf, jiggling and cramming him in.  His arms stick straight out. His mouth and face covered by a scarf.)

RANDY:  (indecipherable, obscured by clothing) I can’t put my arms down!  

MOTHER:  What did you say?

RANDY:  (again, obscured by clothing) I can’t put my arms down!

RALPHIE:  Ah, Ma, we’re gonna be late.

MOTHER:  Just wait, Ralphie.

RANDY:  (Desperate, still indecipherable) I can’t put my arms down!

(Mother unwinds scarf so Randy’s mouth is seen)

RANDY:  (tearfully, clearly understood for first time) I can’t put my arms down!

JEAN:  Solutions are sometimes very practical in Indiana.

MOTHER:  You’ll put your arms down when you get to school.




Flick, Schwartz, Farkus, Dill


SCHWARTZ:  Hey, listen, smartie. I asked my old man about sticking your tongue to a flagpole in the winter, and he says it’ll stick to the pole, just like I told you.

FLICK:  Ah, baloney.  What would your old man know about anything?

SCHWARTZ:  My old man knows ‘cause he once saw a guy stick his tongue to a railroad track on a bet, and the fire department had to come and get his tongue unstuck.

FLICK:  You’re full of beans, and so’s your old man.  

SCHWARTZ:  Well, I double dog dare you.  I triple dog dare you!

FLICK:  All right, all right.

FARKUS & DILL:  (Leaping in with a horrifying roar) Ha, ha, ha, ha!

JEAN:  Scott Farkus and Grover Dill, the bully and his toady.

DILL: (Threatening, booming) Muah, ha, ha, ha, ha!  Come here, you wimp!


FARKUS:  Come here, jerk!...When I tell you to come here, you’d better come here.

DILL:  Better do what he says!

FLICK:  Come on Schwartz, let’s run home.

FARKUS:  What, you goin’ to cry?

DILL:  You goin’ to cry?

FARKUS:  Come on cry!  Cry baby! Cry!

DILL:  Cry baby!






Mrs. Shields Audition

Page 56


MRS SHIELDS:  Mr. and Mrs. Parker, your extraordinary son Ralph has written the theme I’ve been waiting for all my life. “What I want for Christmas is a Red Ryder BB gun with a compass in the stock and this thing that tells time!” Sheer poetry.  And the penmanship, the conjugation, the punctuation. (She salivates over this.) All contained in the tightly constrained dictates of the margins. I can hardly control myself. Anyway, Ralph has convinced me beyond a doubt, through his magnificent and eloquent theme, that it is absolutely necessary that he be given a Red Ryder BB gun for the protection of your family. After all, grizzly bears were spotted near Pulanski’s candy store the other day. (She winks at Ralphie) Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Parker, for your time. And for Ralph--my prize, A-plus, plus, plus, plus, plus, plus student!



Santa and Elves Audition


CHIEF ELF:  Nobody gets to see Santa till you shut up!

MARY BETH:  Well, it’s about time.

SANTA:  What’ll it be kid?

MARY BETH:  Tinkertoys, X-ray glasses, a teddy bear, a Monopoly set - 

SANTA:  I get an earful...

MARYBETH:  A decoder pin, a new pair of gloves

SANTA:  Gotta be cheerful…

MARYBETH:  oh! And a collie named Fluffy!

SANTA:  Oh, gimme a break!  How long can I take this crap?!

(Sends Marybeth down the slide.)

MARYBETH:  Aaaahhhh!!!

SANTA:  What’s your name, little boy?

CHIEF ELF:  Come on, kid. It’s nearly nine. The store’s closing.

SANTA:  What do you want for Christmas?

CHIEF ELF:  Hurry up, kid. 

SANTA:  What about a nice football?

JEAN: Football?  Football? What’s a football?  Without conscious will, my voice squeaked out and….

RALPHIE:  Football..

SANTA:  OK, get him outta here.

RALPHIE:  No! No! I want an official Red Ryder carbine-action 200-shot Range Model air rifle!

SANTA:  You’ll shoot your eye out, kid.  Ho! Ho! Ho!


The Old Man and Mother Auditions


(Loud crash is heard)

THE OLD MAN:  What broke? What happened?  What broke?

MOTHER:  (softly, but overly dramatic) The lamp.

(The old man is devasted.  Runs to the lamp and drops down on the floor beside it.)

MOTHER:  I - I don’t know what happened.  I was just - setting out the candles...and...and….

THE OLD MAN:  (After a long pause, in measured tones) You were always jealous of that lamp.

MOTHER:  Jealous? Of a plastic leg?

THE OLD MAN:  (Tension is mounting) You were jealous because I won!

MOTHER:  That’s ridiculous! Jealous! Jealous of what? That was the ugliest lamp I ever saw.

(Long pause)

THE OLD MAN:  Get the glue.

MOTHER:  We’re out of glue.

THE OLD MAN:  (Shudders with rage) Aha! You ran out of glue on purpose.

MOTHER:  Randy used it up on a school project.  I haven’t had a chance to buy some more.

THE OLD MAN:  Then I shall buy some more.

MOTHER:  At six o’clock on Christmas Eve?

THE OLD MAN:  Oh, I’ll find some - somewhere.  And - don’t - touch - that - lamp.  Don’t touch that lamp. (Marches out the door, then returns) Not a finger.

MOTHER:  I’ve never wanted to touch that lamp.

THE OLD MAN:  Well, you certainly touched it tonight, didn’t you? (Exits)

MOTHER:  (Angry, and near tears) Boys, I’m going next door to Mrs. Cartwright’s for a little while.  Randy, your dinner is still on the table. You’re the only one who didn’t finish eating.

JEAN:  The Old Man returned later with five bottles of extra-strength glue.  He worked furiously but futilely for at least an hour. At last, he gave in to the inevitability that the precious leg was lost.  Not long afterward, Mother returned.

MOTHER:  Frank -- Look, I just..

THE OLD MAN:  If I was…

MOTHER:  When I said…

THE OLD MAN:  I was so…

MOTHER:  And I tried…

THE OLD MAN:  Yeah, I know…

MOTHER:  Listen, Frank, What I mean to say…(whispering) I’m sorry.




MOTHER:  Did you have a nice Christmas, Ralphie?

RALPHIE:  (Disappointed) Yeah.  Pretty nice.

THE OLD MAN:  Yeah? Did you get everything you wanted?

RALPHIE:  Uh….almost.

THE OLD MAN:  Almost, huh? Well….that’s life. There’s always next Christmas….Hey, what’s that over there?

RALPHIE:  Where?

THE OLD MAN:  Right over there. Right behind the counter.  I think I see something. Better go check it out.

MOTHER:  What is it, Frank?

RALPHIE:  An official Red Ryder Range Model Carbine Action BB gun with a compass in the stock and a thing that tells time!

MOTHER:  Who put it there?

THE OLD MAN:  Santa Claus. I had one when I was his age. 

RALPHIE:  Can - can I try it out, Mom.  Can I?

MOTHER:  OK. But be careful...I still say those things are dangerous. Don’t shoot any birds or animals.

THE OLD MAN:  Except the Bumpus hounds!

RALPHIE:  OK, Black Bart, now you get yours. (Ralphie shoots gun)

JEAN:  Oh my God, I shot my eye out!

MOTHER:  Ralphie, you be careful out there.  Don’t shoot your eye out.

RALPHIE:  (Tear filled yelp. Putting on a show) Mommy!

MOTHER:  Ralphie? What’s the matter, baby?  What happened?

RALPHIE:  (crying) There was...this...icicle!

MOTHER:  Icicle!

RALPHIE:  (weepy and dramatic) Yeah, an icicle, and it fell off the garage roof and hit my cheek, and it broke my glasses…..and I tried to get out of the way...but I couldn’t.

MOTHER:  Ah, lemme see. It’s just a little bump. You poor thing! You’re lucky it didn’t hit your eye!  Those icicles have been known to kill people!

RALPHIE:  But what about my glasses?

MOTHER:  Well, you can wear the old ones with the crack in them until we can get you some new ones.

JEAN:  I had pulled it off!






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