A World Without Picture: Episode 2 (It's cold)
Project Overview
*The clip above is Episode 1 (Umbrella)*
Hello and Welcome. This is episode 2 of "A World Without Picture".
Like the previous episode, this story doesn't have a plot. This is a first-person narrative, and the main character is describing their experience in the world around them. This story is about a person's complicated relationship with cold weather and their neighbors.
Although the lines are written novel-like, the performance should be personal. You're performing a character; it shouldn't sound like you're reading a novel.
*RULES*
Introduce yourself before auditioning.
ONLY ONE TAKE FOR EACH LINE
Take out any mess-ups in your audition.
Demo reels are not allowed.
Don't change the style of the character throughout the take. Keep it consistent.
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This character is meant to be you. The expression of the character is in your hands. Create a voice/style that's unique to you. Good luck with your audition. *Note: Introduce yourself before auditioning.*
“Shut up,” I groaned as my eyes burned from observing the morning light. I awoke as I always did. My body was stiffer than an ironing board, my feet curled under the sheets, and I hid deeper into the blue blanket. It was so cold. I hated the cold. I felt vulnerable when cold. I squinted and looked around my room. Its light gray walls blended in with the icy air. It looked so misty. I looked at my window; It was left open. That was dumb. My alarm clock was still going off. It sounded like a train smashed through the walls and made its way into my room. I extended my thin arm, to reach the clock, but it was too short. “Should've learned my lesson. Bring the table closer.” My voice felt so dry.
I walked out of my room into the living room. My feet burned, but it did not bother me. I threw my blanket onto the sofa and strip down as I inhaled the icy air. I exhaled and watched my breath carelessly wander out of my mouth into the air before it vanished. It was weird. I stood there, completely exposed, and let the cold air engulf my fair skin…It felt so good. I hated the cold, but I loved this feeling. It was pain and empowerment wrapped together and danced on the edge of insanity.
I gazed at my living room windows that had no blinds. I saw someone, a group of people. It’s the neighborhood. They complained about me for the past 2 months. Apparently, I exposed myself too much.
“What I don’t understand is, why get up at 6 in the morning, stand in front of my house, and stare at me for 2 months? Do they not have anything better to do?” I waved at them, and they shouted aggressively at me. They were going on about the kids or something like that. My alarm went off again. I picked up my blanket and walked back to my room. God…I hated the cold.
Extra voice.
*Angry* Put some clothes on. What's wrong with you?
*Angry* There's kids out here. You're sick!
*Angry* Did your mother not teach you how to act?
Looking for an artist to draw the main character's room. Looking for a sketchy style. (Pencil or Inky style is fine).
Say something you think would fit
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