Playing auditions is a thankless task, except for the pay, with long stretches of boredom punctuated by moments of sheer terror. As with Mitchum in "The Night of the Hunter", one has a L-O-V-E / H-A-T-E relationship with the hapless souls coming in hoping to make it big. We L-O-V-E the ones who set "Oh What a Beautiful Morning" before us, and wish the others, with their poor copies of Sondheim and Jason Robert Brown that have to be sightread, a swift removal from this earth.