What to prepare for the casting selection:

Come prepared to perform the following song piece and the

speaking parts for your age.

We will also go over this before as a group. 

It does NOT have to memorized. 




SINGING PART: (#43 on page 17) When I’m stuck with a day that gray and lonely. I just stick out my chin and grin and say, Oh, the sun’ll come out tomorrow, so ya gotta hang on ‘till tomorrow, come what may. Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow. You’re always a day away. Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow. You’re always a day away.




BOYS  - 13 years and older

1. (Gruff) Where is everybody? It's good to be home and good to see you all again.  Drake, dismiss the staff. And, Grace, if you'll get your notebook… Who is that? That's not a boy. Orphans are boys. . . . . . Well, I suppose she'll have to do. 
2. (Con Man with Bronx accent) Oops! Pardon me blondie! Hiya Sis! Long time no see. Glad to see me? I just got outta prison. This is Lily. . . Uh, Lily What’s-er -name. Who was the blondie I bumped into on the way in? 


BOYS and GIRLS Ages 12 and younger

1. (Tender) Pipe down all of ya. Go back to sleep. It’s all right Molly. Annie’s here. It was only a dream, honey. Now you gotta go back to sleep. . . (Strong) All right. Do you want to sleep with your teeth inside your mouth or out?
2. (Excited) Ah, gee, Mr. Warbucks, sir, that's ok. You can trade me in for a boy. I really liked seeing your house. It sure is big. I've never been to one of those Broadway shows before.

--Anyone 12 and under who wants to audition for Sandy, come prepared to bark Sandy part. 

GIRLS 13 and older:

1. (Dumb blond with Bronx accent) My name’s Lily, Lily St Regis. I’m named afta the hotel.
Real nice place ya got here, but ya see I ain't really the motherly type!

2. Hannigan: Aha! Caught ya! Get up. Get up all of you! For this one’s shenanigans, you’ll all get down on your knobby little knees, and clean this dump until it shines like the top of the Chrysler building! Get to work. Now! Why any kid would want to be an orphan, I'll never know.


Annie Callbacks 

You may prepare for these, but the director will only call

a handful of people to stay and do these parts. 


SINGING: “Little Girls” Pg 18-20

SINGING: “Maybe” (Pg. 39-40)
SPEAKING: (Annie sad) This locket, my mom and Dad left it . . . when they left me at the orphanage. I know I’m lucky being here with you for Christmas, but . . . the one thing I want more in all the world . . . is to find my mother and father. And be like other kids.

SINGING: “Easy Street” (Pg. 24 measure 18 to end)
(Warbucks, (Sad) I’ve realized something. No matter how much money you’ve got, if you have no one to share your life with, you might as well be broke. I've lost her Grace. I've lost Annie.


ROOSTER: Excuse us, folks… Shoiley, look. Thea's our Annie.
LILY: Honey, wea ya Mom and Dad.
ROOSTER: Mudge is the name. Ralph Mudge. And this hea is the wife, Shoiley.
LILY: And ya Annie Mudge. We loved ya, Annie, but we had to leave ya behind.
ROOSTER: I expect you'll be wantin' proof of who we ah. Hea's our driva's licenses and Annie's buth cuhtificate. (Takes them out and offers them to GRACE)
LILY: Ralph, look! Annie's weahin' the locket!
|ROOSTER: (To WARBUCKS and GRACE, taking out a piece of locket) When we left Annie at the Ahphanage, we left half of a silver locket with huh and kept the othuh half. (Fits it quickly to ANNIE'S LOCKET and then puts it back in his pocket) Yes. It fits puhfectly.
LILY: Oh, thank Goodness, Ralph, she's ah Annie.
ROOSTER: No, sah, we don't want no money.
LILY: On the otha hand, Ralph, remember that little pig fahm out in New Joysey? With fifty tousand dollas, we could afford to bring Annie up right. In the country

Grace: (Enters office) Excuse me, I was told that I'd find a Ms. Hannigan here.
Ms. Hannigan: And who might you be?
Grace: I am Grace Farrell, the board of orphans said that-
Ms. Hannigan: Look, it was all a big mistake. For some reason Annie was awake and trying to get out and (In exasperation) please, don't fire me!
Grace: I think you must have me confused with someone else.
Ms. Hannigan: Oh, I get it. Listen honey, if you're peddlin' beauty products, I don't need 'um. (Starts to stand up)
Grace: I do not peddle anything. I am personal secretary to Mr. Oliver Warbucks.
Ms. Hannigan: (Sits back down in disbelief) The Oliver Warbucks?
Grace: Yes.
Ms. Hannigan: The richest man in the world?
Grace: Yes. The board of orphans sent me here to extend Mr. Warbucks personal  invitation to an orphan to spend the holidays in his home.
Ms. Hannigan: I'm an orphan. I can be ready in ten minutes.