A Hilarious but Helpful Guide to College Audition Day Etiquette for Parents
Dearest Parents,
As your child prepares to strut their musical stuff at audition weekend, it’s time we address something that may shake the very foundations of your well-meaning instincts.
Are you ready?
Stay In the Car!
Yes, I know. Somewhere across suburbia, a collective gasp just echoed through minivans and SUVs.
“Stay in the car?! But I’ve been the snack-bringer, the uniform-hemmer, the chauffeur, the emotional support animal!”
I know. You’ve been the unsung hero of every All-State run and solo competition. But this moment is different. This one’s not about you.
It’s about your child becoming their own artist—and that means auditioning solo.
Let’s break it down with two simple truths:
To illustrate the point, here’s an actual moment that lives in faculty-room infamy:
A well-meaning mom leaned in, smiled sweetly, and said to the audition panel:
“Can Charlie only have afternoon and evening classes? He has real trouble getting up in the mornings. If you assign him early classes, I’ll need to get an apartment in town to make sure he gets there on time. Noon to 7 p.m. would really be ideal… and if he decides to sleep in, I’ll just cover his morning classes.”
Let’s just say… Charlie didn’t get in.
...stay grounded. Literally. In the car.
No one ever got a scholarship because their mom asked more questions than they did. But several have lost out because they looked like they needed a chaperone to navigate college life.
There will be plenty of chances to show up and cheer them on:
Audition day is not the place.
This is your moment to be quietly heroic. To play the long game. To say with confidence:
“You’ve got this!”
Then roll up the windows and turn on an audiobook. Maybe something relaxing. Like a true crime podcast.
Trust me: this is what success looks like. A student walking in alone. Introducing themselves. Speaking clearly. Listening well. Performing without a backup singer named Mom.
Let them walk in. Let them own it.
And then—when they walk out—hug them like you just watched them win the Olympics.
Because in a way… they just did.