Rosalie Mullins
Rosalie is the principal of Horace Green, and is very uptight and traditional at school. However, she feels an intense amount of pressure from work, which is what causes her to be so high strung. She has a secret love of rock and roll music, and longs to be as carefree as she once was.
Those students interested in auditioning for the role of Rosalie Mullins will need to sing "Where Did The Rock Go?" and read some lines of dialogue as well (see below).
Rosalie is the principal of Horace Green, and is very uptight and traditional at school. However, she feels an intense amount of pressure from work, which is what causes her to be so high strung. She has a secret love of rock and roll music, and longs to be as carefree as she once was.
Those students interested in auditioning for the role of Rosalie Mullins will need to sing "Where Did The Rock Go?" and read some lines of dialogue as well (see below).
Audition Song: "Where Did The Rock Go?"
Where Did The Rock Go? Lyrics | |
File Size: | 7 kb |
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Where Did The Rock Go? Karaoke (Recording) | |
File Size: | 1610 kb |
File Type: | mp3 |
"Where Did The Rock Go?" Lyrics:
Back when I was younger, wild and bold and free,
I can still remember, how the music used to be.
Chords like rolling thunder, loud beyond control,
Every note and lyric branded right across my soul.
Where did the rock go?
Where's the rush of those electric guitars?
Where are all those voices raised in heaven,
Blazing down like shooting stars?
Tell me where is the passion?
Where's the rattle and the roar and the buzz?
Where do last year's one-hit-wonders go to?
And what happened to the girl I was?
Somehow I got older, year by busy year.
Guess the songs kept playing, but I didn't stop to hear.
All that youth and swagger turned to grown-up doubt,
as the world spun like a record, and the music faded out.
Where did the rock go?
Where's the pounding of the drums in my veins?
When did all the static fill the airwaves?
When it's gone, then what remains?
Tell me where did the time go?
Where's the joy I used to know, way back when?
Where's the power and the beauty?
Then the frantic end, the rapture?
Where's the magic of the moments only rock could ever capture?
Now the only thing I'm hearing, are the echoes disappearing.
Sorry for the outburst. Please, I'll be okay.
Let's keep this our secret. Who'd believe it anyway?
We'll pretend it never happened, file it and forget.
Still, thanks for the reminder that there's music in the end.
Where did the rock go?
All those feelings that I learned to ignore?
If you flip the record and start over, does it sound the way it did before?
Where did the rock go?
Back when I was younger, wild and bold and free,
I can still remember, how the music used to be.
Chords like rolling thunder, loud beyond control,
Every note and lyric branded right across my soul.
Where did the rock go?
Where's the rush of those electric guitars?
Where are all those voices raised in heaven,
Blazing down like shooting stars?
Tell me where is the passion?
Where's the rattle and the roar and the buzz?
Where do last year's one-hit-wonders go to?
And what happened to the girl I was?
Somehow I got older, year by busy year.
Guess the songs kept playing, but I didn't stop to hear.
All that youth and swagger turned to grown-up doubt,
as the world spun like a record, and the music faded out.
Where did the rock go?
Where's the pounding of the drums in my veins?
When did all the static fill the airwaves?
When it's gone, then what remains?
Tell me where did the time go?
Where's the joy I used to know, way back when?
Where's the power and the beauty?
Then the frantic end, the rapture?
Where's the magic of the moments only rock could ever capture?
Now the only thing I'm hearing, are the echoes disappearing.
Sorry for the outburst. Please, I'll be okay.
Let's keep this our secret. Who'd believe it anyway?
We'll pretend it never happened, file it and forget.
Still, thanks for the reminder that there's music in the end.
Where did the rock go?
All those feelings that I learned to ignore?
If you flip the record and start over, does it sound the way it did before?
Where did the rock go?
Rosalie Mullins Dialogue Audition | |
File Size: | 64 kb |
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Dewey: Hello, I’m Ned Schneebly.
Rosalie: Pat faxed me your resume .It's very impressive. We've never been in a bind like this before, so thank you so much for coming in.
Dewey: So how's this gonna work? Are you gonna pay me upfront?
Rosalie: I don't understand.
Dewey: It'd be really great if I could get paid in cash.
Rosalie: Oh, well, we don't do that.
Dewey: When you cut my check, make it payable to Dewey Finn, for tax reasons.
Rosalie: You can discuss all of that with Candace at the end of the day.
Dewey: When's the end of the day?
Rosalie: We commence at 8:15, school lets out at 3.
Dewey: You know what? Do you think I could cut out a little early today? I got some stuff I gotta do.
Rosalie: Mr. Schneebly...this is considered the best elementary school in the state, and we maintain that by adhering to a strict code of conduct,faculty included. If you have any problems with any students, send them to me I will do the disciplining.
Dewey: Check.
Rosalie: Children. Please take your seats. I'd like to introduce Miss Dunham's substitute.
This is Mr. Schneebly. Why don't you write your name on the board. Mr. S has never taught here at Horace Green, so I want you all to be on your best behavior. So the curriculum is on the desk. And do you have any questions?
Dewey: Yeah, when's lunch?
Rosalie: The children just had their lunch. Is there anything else you need?
Dewey: I'm a teacher. All I need are minds for molding.
Rosalie: All right, then. Well, thanks again. You saved the day.
Rosalie: Pat faxed me your resume .It's very impressive. We've never been in a bind like this before, so thank you so much for coming in.
Dewey: So how's this gonna work? Are you gonna pay me upfront?
Rosalie: I don't understand.
Dewey: It'd be really great if I could get paid in cash.
Rosalie: Oh, well, we don't do that.
Dewey: When you cut my check, make it payable to Dewey Finn, for tax reasons.
Rosalie: You can discuss all of that with Candace at the end of the day.
Dewey: When's the end of the day?
Rosalie: We commence at 8:15, school lets out at 3.
Dewey: You know what? Do you think I could cut out a little early today? I got some stuff I gotta do.
Rosalie: Mr. Schneebly...this is considered the best elementary school in the state, and we maintain that by adhering to a strict code of conduct,faculty included. If you have any problems with any students, send them to me I will do the disciplining.
Dewey: Check.
Rosalie: Children. Please take your seats. I'd like to introduce Miss Dunham's substitute.
This is Mr. Schneebly. Why don't you write your name on the board. Mr. S has never taught here at Horace Green, so I want you all to be on your best behavior. So the curriculum is on the desk. And do you have any questions?
Dewey: Yeah, when's lunch?
Rosalie: The children just had their lunch. Is there anything else you need?
Dewey: I'm a teacher. All I need are minds for molding.
Rosalie: All right, then. Well, thanks again. You saved the day.