A World Without Picture: Episode 4: (Mask); Episode 5 (Smoking); Episode 6 (Black Shirt)
Project Overview
(*The video above is episode 1 of Foreign Exchange*)
Hello and Welcome. This is episode 5 of "A World Without Picture".
Like the previous episodes, this is a first-person narrative, and the main character is describing their experience in the world around them.
*Summary*
Episode 4:
Episode 4 is about a night with the Main character during the Covid shutdown.
Episode 5:
The main character vents about public smoking and rude workers.
Episode 6:
The main character talks about their love for smoking and noisy 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.
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.
Discord is required.
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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.*
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I blew my breath in my hands as I observed the cracking gravel. The traffic lights were flashing red, and I surveyed the street. The roads were empty, and I proceeded across the street, tucking my brittle hands into my coat's pockets.
I sat on the marble park bench and pulled down my mask. I took a breath and closed my eyes, listening to the emptiness of the park. Covid changed everything. This small town felt so large. A police officer drove by, and I ducked under the bench. "Damn," I whispered, "did they see me?"
"I wish they would stop sending me spam." I checked my texts, but nothing. The last text was Two months ago. I looked at my contacts. "7 people."
Feel free to perform the character however you like.
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Who's in here?
I'm on my way.
No, I thought I saw someone walking around.
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.*
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There was nothing in the world more irritating than someone smoking 2 feet from a public entrance. Really, what an entitled asshole. I entered the supermarket holding my breath. It felt like an eternity, and each step felt slower than the last. I grabbed a shopping cart, biting my nails and squinting at an elderly man. The man wasn’t particularly interesting; he was your average old man.
“Thank you for your service.” I pointed to his Vietnam Veteran hat. The man looked up.
“Nope, I’m good.” I walked and took a deep breath. I should’ve slapped that phone out of her hand. I searched aisle after aisle, but I couldn’t locate it. “Well, I got everything.”
Good, we need more men like your father. Men, no people today are soft. Overly sensitive.
Back in 1984, I bought my first mustang. She was a beauty. I used to ride her all day. It took my mind off things.
Hey, tell your father I said thank you for your service
A young, lazy worker. (Spends too much time on the phone).
- Young Woman
Bleach, I don’t know.
Was there something else you needed?
*Laugh* I can't believe how needy people are. Like, just use the app.
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.*
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I leaned back in my off-white office chair as I curled my fingers around a cigarette; smog filled my top-floor apartment, and the stench of tobacco drifted mindlessly around. It was suffocating. That was how I liked it. I flicked the end of the cigarette and licked my dried lips. I brought the shrinking cigarette closer and pressed it against my lips.
I looked around my apartment and saw a rat run into the kitchen. Trash bags were filled with garbage throughout the apartment. The walls were stained, and the ceiling was crumbling from the mold. “I guess the little bastard is hungry,” I said. I giggled; the giggle turned into a hard laugh, and my stomach shook so violently that my shirt ripped.
I inhaled a shallow breath through my nose as I took in the scent of the tobacco. A chill slid down my spine like an excited child at a water park, and the short curly black hair on my arm stood elated by the aroma. I inhaled and the smoke flooded my lungs.
You're a stupid whore!
Hate you too!
I'm serious! I'm leaving this time!
You dumb piece of *Growl*
You're leaving? *Laugh* Good, pack your stuff. Bye.
That's why your dumbass is broke.
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