A World Without Picture: Episode 1 (Umbrella)
Project Overview
Hello, Welcome to the "A World Without Picture" series.
These stories don't have a plot, but rather they are descriptive first-person narratives. These projects are audio narratives and the main character is describing the surroundings around them. This story is about a person's first few moments after work.
Please introduce yourself before auditioning. You can use your actual name or username.
Good luck with your audition.
Also, here's a trailer for an upcoming animation. "Voice of The Universe."
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Thanks for auditioning. There were a lot of good auditions. Hope you audition for episode 2.
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Casting
Casting will happen within the next two days. Thanks for Auditioning.
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.*
The faint sound of stilettos grew quiet as I walked outside the silver automatic doors with spotless glass. The janitor, Grey, always treated them with such care. He was a young gentleman, I believe 32, well groomed. His uniform was always pressed, his shoes were polished with a shine that could be seen at night, and he wore a pink beanie with a white Daisy on it. People laugh when they saw the hat, but he never let it bother him. He just smiled, although his eyes carried pain. Pain from his daughter. She was in the hospital. That’s her hat. She might not make it.
I observed the busy streets. It was always busy at this time of day. The sun’s thin reddish-orange glow faded as the shimmering stars populated the sky. People drove recklessly on the pothole-infested road. Someone crashed into another person. He got out of his car and screamed, although it was his fault. People like that grind my gears. The entitlement.
"What’s that?" At the end of the unkept block, a tall woman was singing. I ambled closer; her voice was inviting. Her breathy tone was soothing, and a small crowd formed around her. They stared. Her bronze skin was flawless; I reached to touch her but stop myself from doing so. I looked around to see if anyone noticed; they didn’t. Their eyes were closed as they swayed in an odd unison to her voice. I turned back to the woman, and she was looking at me. The streetlight turned on above her as the sun faded out. She was stunning. I felt myself sinking; Her hazel eyes hypnotized me.
*Sing Souvenir - Boygenius*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPGcCvUf-mQ
*The first verse or half the first verse is fine.*
Thank you for listening.
I hope to see you again.
What the hell is wrong with you?!
You're screwed! You're going to pay for everything! You hear me!
*On the phone*Dad, this idiot ran into my car...*At the person in the other vehicle* You're the idiot! You heard me right! Yeah, kiss my ass.
*Cheer*
*Improvise*
Wow, her voice is amazing.
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