Auditions

Auditions to be Held for TCP’S Musical Production of “You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown”

THE STORY: 
Charlie Brown and the entire Peanuts gang explore life’s great questions as they play baseball, struggle with homework, sing songs, swoon over their crushes and celebrate the joy of friendship.

Based on The Comic Strip Peanuts by Charles M. Schulz
Book, Music and Lyrics by Clark Gesner
Additional Dialogue by Michael Mayer
Additional Music and Lyrics by Andrew Lippa

Directed by Bryn Smith

Auditions will be held on Monday and Tuesday, June 22 & 23 at 7:00 p.m., First Presbyterian Church, 315 E Shawnee St, Tahlequah. The cast consists of 4 males and 2 females – Charlie Brown, Snoopy, Linus, Schroeder, Sally, Lucy. Tech, backstage helpers, set builders, costumers, make-up persons, etc. are all needed.

A note from the director:

I look forward to meeting each of you, interested in participating in You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown.

Auditions are scheduled for June 22 and 23, 2026. We will meet at the Presbyterian Church in Tahlequah for auditions at 7:00 pm.  

You are welcome to attend both auditions; however, it is not necessary.

Please bring music with you – we will have a speaker for you.

Please select a familiar song that demonstrates your vocal range.  Due to our short rehearsal period, I am absolutely fine with you selecting a number from this musical.  

Please keep selections to one verse, or less if your song is lengthy.

I will be casting 2-4 non-speaking roles (singing and dancing are mandatory).

My preference is an age range from 25 – 50. That is merely a preference – not a requirement.

Each main character has a Side 1 reading.

Additionally, we will have an unusual Side 2 experience.

All Sides are attached for your convenience. They will be printed for use at auditions. These do NOT need to be memorized.

Please don’t hesitate to text me personally if you have questions. 918.457.0235

Sincerely,
Bryn Smith 

Rehearsals will be on Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Performance dates are September 11-13 and 18-20, 2026. The performance venue is to be at the First Presbyterian Church. TCP meets the last Tuesday of the month, 6 p.m. at St. Basil Episcopal church, 814 North Vinita Ave.  TCP is a member of OCTA and AACT. 

Audition Readings:

Charlie Brown – Side 1
I think lunch time is about the worst time of day for me. Always having to sit here alone. Of course sometimes mornings aren’t so pleasant either — waking up and wondering if anyone would really miss me if I never got out of bed. Then there’s the night, too — lying there and thinking about all the stupid things I’ve done during the day. And all those hours in between— when I do all those stupid things. Well, lunch time is among the worst times of the day for me. Well, I guess I’d better see what I’ve got. 

Peanut butter. 

Some psychiatrists say that people who eat peanut butter sandwiches are lonely. I guess they’re right. And when you’re really lonely the peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth.  

Snoopy – Side 1
Here’s the World War I flying ace high over France in his Sopwith Camel, searching for the infamous Red Baron! I must bring him down! Suddenly anti-aircraft fire, Archie we used to call it, begins to burst beneath my plane. The Red Baron has spotted me. Nyahh, Nyahh, Nyahh! You can’t hit me! 

Actually, tough flying aces never say “Nyahh, Nyahh.” I just, ah . . . Drat this fog! It’s bad enough to have to fight the Red Baron without having to fly in weather like this. All right, Red Baron! Where are you! You can’t hide forever! 

Linus – Side 1
Apparently you haven’t read the latest scientific reports. A blanket is as important to a child as a hobby is to an adult. Many a man spends his time restoring antique automobiles or building model trains or collecting old telephones or even studying about the Civil War. 

(Lucy — Really?)

Certainly. And this is good for it helps these men to cope with their everyday problems. Now, I feel that it is going to be absolutely necessary for me to get my blanket back so I’m just going to give it a good yank!! It’s surprising what you can accomplish with a little smooth talking and some fast action.  

Lucy – Side 1
When I grow up I’m going to be the biggest queen there ever was and I’ll live in this big palace with a big front lawn and have lots of beautiful dresses to wear and when I go out in my coach all the people will wave and I will shout at them, and in the summertime, I will go to my summer palace and I’ll wear my crown in swimming and everything, and all the people will cheer and I will shout at them . . .

What do you mean I can’t be queen?

There must be a loophole. This kind of thing always has a loophole. Nobody should be kept from being a queen if she wants to be one. It’s undemocratic.  

It’s usually just a matter of knowing the right people. I bet a few pieces of well-placed correspondence and I get to be queen in no time. 

Sally – Side 1
A “C”? A “C”? I got a “C” on my coat hanger sculpture? How could anyone get a “C” in coat hanger sculpture? May I ask a question? Was I judged on the piece of sculpture itself? If so, is it not true that time alone can judge a work of art? Or was I judged on my talent? If so, is it right that I be judged on a part of life over which I have no control? If I was judged on my effort, then I was judged unfairly, for I tried as hard as I could! Was I judged on what I had learned about this project? If so, then were not you, my teacher, also being judged on your ability to transmit your knowledge to me? Are you willing to share my “C”? Perhaps I was being judged on the quality of the coat hanger itself out of which my creation was made . . . Now is this not also unfair? Am I to be judged by the quality of coat hangers that are used by the dry-cleaning establishment that returns our garments? Is that not the responsibility of my parents? Should they not share my “C”? 

Schroeder – Side 1
I’m sorry to have to say it right to your face, Lucy, but it’s true. You’re a very crabby person. 

I know your crabbiness has probably become so natural to you now that you’re not even aware when you’re being crabby, but it’s true just the same. You’re a very crabby person and you’re crabby to just about everyone you meet. 

Now I hope you don’t mind my saying this, Lucy, and I hope you’ll take it in the spirit that it’s meant. I think we should all be open to any opportunity to learn more about ourselves. I think Socrates was very right when he said that one of the first rules for anyone in life is “Know Thyself.”

Well, I guess I’ve said about enough. I hope I haven’t offended you or anything.  

Everyone – Random Side 2

Charlie Brown: I’d give anything if that little red-headed girl sent me a valentine. Maybe she did send me one. Maybe she sent me a valentine, it’s in our mailbox right now . . . on the other hand, if she did send me a valentine . . . I’ve got to look!

Hello?  Nothing echoes like an empty mailbox. 

Linus: In examining a work such as Peter Rabbit, it is important that the superficial characteristics of its deceptively simple plot should not be allowed to blind the reader to the more substantial fabric of its deeper motivations. In this report I plan to discuss the sociological implications of family pressures so great as to drive an otherwise moral rabbit to perform acts of thievery which he consciously knew were against the law. I also hope to explore the personality of Mr. MacGregor in his conflicting roles as farmer and humanitarian. 

Lucy: It’s true. I’m a crabby person. I’m a very crabby person and everybody knows it. I’ve been spreading crabbiness everywhere I go. I’m a super crab. It’s a wonder anyone will still talk to me. It’s a wonder I have any friends at all — or even associates. I’ve done nothing but make life miserable for everyone. I’ve done nothing but breed unhappiness and resentment. Where did I go wrong? How could I be so selfish? How could I . . .?

Sally: Ice cream. I couldn’t decide if I wanted fudge marble, chocolate, rocky road, vanilla, or butter pecan . . . I finally decided on fudge marble . . . Then I had to choose between a plain cone or a sugar cone . . . So what happened? I went out the door and dropped the whole thing on the sidewalk! Don’t tell me my life isn’t a Shakespearen tragedy . . .

Schroeder: How are you today, Sally? Are you mad at everybody in the whole world? Are you mad at all the animals and the bird and the fish? How about all the trees and flowers?

Are you mad at the sky? And the stars? Are you mad at the ground? Are you mad at all the rocks? Are you mad at cars and buildings and TV and circuses and roller skates and bracelets. 

Are you mad at jump ropes?

Snoopy: My stomach clock just went off. It’s suppertime and Charlie Brown has forgotten to feed me. Here I lie, a withering shell of a dog, and there sits my supper dish . . . EMPTY!  But that’s all right. He’ll remember. When no furry friend comes to greet him after school, then he’ll remember. And he’ll rush out here to the doghouse but it’ll be too late. There will be nothing left but the dried carcass of the former friend who used to run and play so happily with him. Nothing left, but the bleached bones of . . .