@RacheIBrry Finn sighed and groaned as he put a stop to his current audition. The woman was awful. She made his ears bleed. "Next!" He shouted, flipping through the pages. He was one of the youngest directors and revolutionaries on Broadway with Tony Awards for directing three years in a row. He wasn't even 30 yet. He leaned back and waited for the next singer to come in, hoping that she was good. It seemed that there was less and less talent on Broadway, no more classically trained singers, singers who couldn't handle all types of genres anymore. Even auto-tuning couldn't help these people. He needed to find the perfect Eva Peron for Evita. Everyone else was already cast. He just hoped that he didn't have to hear another woman sing 'Don't Cry For Me Argentina' or 'You Must Love Me'.