LEADING ROLES OPEN Fantasy Novel AUDIOBOOK; ongoing project part 3/19
Project Overview
Hello there,
our dream is to publish a fantasy novel as a YouTube audiobook. An oportunity to break through; both for the voice actors and the author. We hope we can find people eager to create something epic with us.
The title is "The Story of Three Brothers" and the prologue has been already published.
Third step would be recording and publishing the second chapter of the novel and for that we're looking for:
- JOHANNA/JOHAN - the most difficult role of all. In the book, it was easy to create a 13yo character who is a MC's servant: a young boy. Then, there was a girl (said to be 15/16 yo.) who lived nearby and worked for a mysterious man. The readed did not know that Johan and Johanna were the same person: it was revealed in the 9th chapter.
THEREFORE we need someone who can play both a girl and a younger boy. The problem is that these characters appear in the same chapter: so the actor must be able to change the voice a bit or have tools to change it the way that all sound natural. I know it's hard.
- TRISTAN RUFFE: 27yo nobleman, the middle brother. When he was about 18, he was kicked out of the house. Since then, his life was nothing but problems. He's an alcohol adict, gambler and bankrupt. Lives in a poor house, has one very loyal servant. He lost his manners and most intelligence; later in the novel, however, he is able to quit drinking and gambling; becomes a well-behaved, responsible noleman.
This is one of the main characters. The actor should be able to speak in a sophisticated way as well as year hoarsely and play a drunk.
- JOSEPH ROTTENSHIELD: a banker
Appears only in this very chapter
- PETER: 12/13yo boy, Johanna's brother. Had to became adult too soon.
Appears in 4 chapters later in the story.
- KATHARINA: 10/11 yo. girl, Johanna's sister.
Appears in 4 chapters later in the story
- ADAM: 4 yo boy, Johanna's brother
two lines to say in the whole novel.
We hope that together we can publish the story in this unconventional way and make the handful of fans happy. :)
For further information, please contact us,
Anna & Michael
PS
The project is pro-bono; unless there's a profit from YT, then the 70%of it shared between the actors equally.
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TRISTAN RUFFE: 27yo nobleman, the middle brother. When he was about 18, he was kicked out of the house. Since then, his life was nothing but problems. He's an alcohol adict, gambler and bankrupt. Lives in a poor house, has one very loyal servant. He lost his manners and most intelligence; later in the novel, however, he is able to quit drinking and gambling; becomes a well-behaved, responsible noleman.
This is one of the main characters. The actor should be able to speak in a sophisticated way as well as year hoarsely and play a drunk.
The man sat on a wooden bed. He felt sick and all his senses tried to convince him that the world is whirling at breakneck speed. Having rested his elbows on the bare laps, he hid his throbbing with pain head in his hands and started to breathe deeply to calm the palpitation. Dark brown greasy hair covered his face. Then, he separated his legs and threw up on the floor profusely.
The room was not big. The size and the ubiquitous dirt both made it look terribly miserable. Two stained forest-view windows were built in one of the walls, which was diagonal and made one of the room’s corners sharp and fading away in the darkness. It was not visible also due to the poor lighting. The opposite coroner was then too wide and consequently, looked nasty.
The centre of the room was almost empty. There was a bed on the left. Next to its head, stood a bedside cabinet, made somewhat unskilfully and near the overly narrow corner, a chest of drawers, as poor as the rest of the stuff. Nothing else apart from the furniture eaten by woodworms was there inside. Now, the pale-yellow vomits have joined them.
There were wallpapers once. They were not pretty nor neat, but at least they covered the gray walls. On the ceiling, there were big dark soot spots, caused by the moisture and cold.
There used to be a woven rug in the middle. Now rats ran on the empty floor, tapping their little paws the lauder the more the owner had drunken last night. The poverty was easily seen in the house, especially so full of leaks.
The man reached under his cushion: it had no pillowcase and was stained with something brown. He did not find the wooden clapper he was looking for and remembered that he had exchanged it for a bottle of wine last week.
Shivering, he opened his chapped, covered with puke remains lips with difficulty.
TRISTAN RUFFE: (rasped) “Jonah!”
The faulty door opened immediately, and the young boy came inside. The darned shirt hung off his shoulders, a thin, worn-out belt held his too short pants. The boy had no shoes. His skinny feet were filthy, red and cracked. He had bright hair, chopped apparently with unsharp scissors. His gentle, but grimy face looked concerned.
JONAH: “Yes, master Tristan?”
TRISTAN RUFFE (muttering) “It’s terribly cold here. Would you do something about it?”
JONAH: (embarrassed) “I’m just sweeping out the furnace, but sir… there is nothing to burn with.”
TRISTAN RUFFE (grumbling) “Then why are you sweeping?”
Tristan stood up. He staggered on the rough floor. He opened the chest of drawers and started to rake it. When he failed to search again, he grabbed one of the shirts and trousers and put them on. He threw the rest of the clothes at Jonah’s feet.
TRISTAN RUFFE: “There, sell it. Buy some wood and spend the change for the liquor. Is there anything to eat?”
JONAH: “Not much, sir.”
TRISTAN RUFFE: “Then buy some bread, too.”
JONAH: “What should I buy less for there’s enough money for the food?”
TRISTAN RUFFE: “The wood, you foolish boy! And hurry.”
Jonah bowed quickly and ran out of the house, holding his master’s curled up clothes. He, meanwhile, lumbered to the kitchen. They called it a room with a small stove, one stool, and a two-legged table. Its top was stuck in the cracked wall so that it could stand straight. There was a rickety box on it. Smell and few bread crumbs were everything that left inside. Tristan pulled them out with chilled fingers and put them straight in his mouth with impetuosity. Hungry and thirsty, he was drawing down the bread scraps and then sucking his own fingers. Before he realised what he was doing, someone had thumped the door.
TRISTAN RUFFE: (he wanted to call his servant, but he went away) “Jon…!”
As he remembered that his loyal servant had gone to the town, so he welcomed the guest himself. In front of the house stood a well-groomed and richly dressed man. His eyes were dark, his hair was thick and black, silvered only slightly. His collared full-length coat was bright, he put a top hat on his head. He tried to smile friendly and although he had a huge pot, he stood rather straight.
At the foot of the hill two-horse carriage shone in the early winter sunlight.
JOSEPH ROTTENSHIELD: “I am looking for Tristan Ruffe.”
TRISTAN RUFFE: “What is this regarding?”
JOSEPH ROTTENSHIELD: “Passage the message on to him that Joseph Rottenshield is looking for him.”
A smile brightened the man’s pale and swollen face. He bowed his head.
TRISTAN RUFFE: “It is nice to see you, Joseph. I did not recognize you at first.”
The nobleman looked outraged.
TRISTAN RUFFE: “Yes? What is the purpose of your visit to my home?”
The barefoot man drew hair off his face.
The guest was not sure if the man was making jokes out of him. Last time they had seen each other was more than two years ago and Rottenshield did not remember if Ruffe already had looked like hell.
He figured that he burgrave’s problems might have started back then. He was drinking more and more, as he ceased to be lucky in cards. Seeking for his fortune, he went north to play in a harbour town which favoured gambling. Before he moved to the Slavic island, he had borrowed a lot of money from the banker. Joseph Rottenshield did his debtor a favour anyway, visiting him a year later than it had been appointed. Yet, the time to clear off a debt had to come eventually.
JOSEPH ROTTENSHIELD: (whispering at first, in disbelief) “I do not believe that. I have travelled here a couple of days and I expected…”
TRISTAN RUFFE: (hissing) “Yes? What did you expect?”
JOSEPH ROTTENSHIELD: “Everything but this! Look at you, what would your father say?”
TRISTAN RUFFE: (barked: “Actually, my father is dead. Why exactly are you here?”
JOSEPH ROTTENSHIELD: “What do you think?”
TRISTAN RUFFE: “A thousand Florins…”
JOSEPH ROTTENSHIELD: “And thirteen percent of profit by year”
TRISTAN RUFFE: “I do not even have a half of penny.”
Tristan grabbed the bottle of wine Jonah brought him. The servant did not know what to do – he was standing in the kitchen holding stale bread, that Ruffe did not even take a glimpse at. The boy was so hungry that he was barely able to resist the unbelievably strong temptation to bite into the old loaf. He put it in the wooden box with resentfulness. Quickly, he started lighting a fire in the furnace.
Ruffe opened the bottle rapidly and began to drink wine greedily. His face changed and looked calm.
TRISTAN RUFFE: “Listen, Jonah… Do you have some money? Can I borrow…”
The boy could not take any more heat and he burst in tears. Tristan leaped to his feet, confused.
TRISTAN RUFFE: “What are you blubbering about?! Do you have the money or not?”
- JOSEPH ROTTENSHIELD: a banker
Appears only in this very chapter
Everythin you need to know about this character is in the dialogues :)
As he remembered that his loyal servant had gone to the town, so he welcomed the guest himself. In front of the house stood a well-groomed and richly dressed man. His eyes were dark, his hair was thick and black, silvered only slightly. His collared full-length coat was bright, he put a top hat on his head. He tried to smile friendly and although he had a huge pot, he stood rather straight.
At the foot of the hill two-horse carriage shone in the early winter sunlight.
JOSEPH ROTTENSHIELD: “I am looking for Tristan Ruffe.”
TRISTAN RUFFE: “What is this regarding?”
JOSEPH ROTTENSHIELD: “Passage the message on to him that Joseph Rottenshield is looking for him.”
A smile brightened the man’s pale and swollen face. He bowed his head.
TRISTAN RUFFE: “It is nice to see you, Joseph. I did not recognize you at first.”
The nobleman looked outraged.
JOSEPH ROTTENSHIELD: (whispering at first, in disbelief) “I do not believe that. I have travelled here a couple of days and I expected…”
TRISTAN RUFFE: (hissing) “Yes? What did you expect?”
JOSEPH ROTTENSHIELD: “Everything but this! Look at you, what would your father say?”
TRISTAN RUFFE: (barked: “Actually, my father is dead. Why exactly are you here?”
JOSEPH ROTTENSHIELD: “What do you think?”
TRISTAN RUFFE: “A thousand Florins…”
JOSEPH ROTTENSHIELD: “And thirteen percent of profit by year”
TRISTAN RUFFE: “I do not even have a half of penny.”
JOSEPH ROTTENSHIELD; “An average family with three children and a horde of servants would not be able to spend that much in two years! Have you revelled it all away or what?”
Tristan kept his peace staring at his creditor.
JOSEPH ROTTENSHIELD: “Well, that is not my problem. I will turn to your family or take your possession”
TRISTAN RUFFE: “My so-called family has nothing to do with me. They deny me, as I have already taken my part of the father’s will. Therefore, the only possession you can take away from me is this hovel”
JOSEPH ROTTENSHIELD: “And there will not be a single stone of it left standing. Are you going to gather the money?”
TRISTAN RUFFE: “I am.”
JOSEPH ROTTENSHIELD: “When? And how?”
TRISTAN RUFFE: “I am heading to the docks soon. To the tavern, Joseph. There are many sea rats who dream to squander their money playing cards or dice.”
JOSEPH ROTTENSHIELD: “Gambling! Is that how you spent all my money?! And you intend to spend even mo..”
Suddenly, he grabbed Tristan’s bony right hand, gazing at the signet Ruffe had on his finger. It presented the family crest: a lizard standing on the open book.
JOSEPH ROTTENSHIELD: “Unbelievable…You haven’t lost your ring yet!”
Tristan tore his thin hand from Rottenshield’s grip with disgust.
TRISTAN RUFFE: (thundering) “I am not out of my mind yet! Get out of here, you greedy scoundrel!”
JOSEPH ROTTENSHIELD: “You will be when your life is at stake"
- JOHANNA/JOHAN - the most difficult role of all. In the book, it was easy to create a 13yo character who is a MC's servant: a young boy. Then, there was a girl (said to be 15/16 yo.) who lived nearby and worked for a mysterious man. The readed did not know that Johan and Johanna were the same person: it was revealed in the 9th chapter.
THEREFORE we need someone who can play both a girl and a younger boy. The problem is that these characters appear in the same chapter: so the actor must be able to change the voice a bit or have tools to change it the way that all sound natural. I know it's hard.
Good new is that Johan speaks a lot less than Johanna.
If you have any questions or suggestions, do not hesitate to contact me. :)
TRISTAN RUFFE: (rasped) “Jonah!”
The faulty door opened immediately, and the young boy came inside. The darned shirt hung off his shoulders, a thin, worn-out belt held his too short pants. The boy had no shoes. His skinny feet were filthy, red and cracked. He had bright hair, chopped apparently with unsharp scissors. His gentle, but grimy face looked concerned.
JONAH: “Yes, master Tristan?”
TRISTAN RUFFE (muttering) “It’s terribly cold here. Would you do something about it?”
JONAH: (embarrassed) “I’m just sweeping out the furnace, but sir… there is nothing to burn with.”
TRISTAN RUFFE (grumbling) “Then why are you sweeping?”
Tristan stood up. He staggered on the rough floor. He opened the chest of drawers and started to rake it. When he failed to search again, he grabbed one of the shirts and trousers and put them on. He threw the rest of the clothes at Jonah’s feet.
TRISTAN RUFFE: “There, sell it. Buy some wood and spend the change for the liquor. Is there anything to eat?”
JONAH: “Not much, sir.”
TRISTAN RUFFE: “Then buy some bread, too.”
JONAH: “What should I buy less for there’s enough money for the food?”
TRISTAN RUFFE: “The wood, you foolish boy! And hurry.”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “Take it, Peter.”
The boy looked at his sister’s trophy in the dimmed light.
PETER SAFRAN: (disappointed) “Only two? “Is that all you earned?”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “I am sorry, brother. He does not even know that I kept that money.”
KATHERINA SAFRAN: “We asked you so many times to leave him. He almost does not pay you, why do you insist to stay his servant?”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: (mumbled, embarrassed) “Sister, he does not have anyone else. If only you knew him! He is a valuable man!”
PETER SAFRAN: “But he does not give you money for your honest work!”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “It is not a very good time for him now”.
PETER SAFRAN: “Oh, and it is the best time for us!”
Johanna looked at their second brother, a groggy seven-years-old Thaddäus, who lying under the pile of blankets, was slowly dying of tuberculosis. The girl snuffled loudly.
PETER SAFRAN: “Sorry, I did not mean to be so… rude.”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: (crying, she tried to joke) “We are not in a manor, after all.”
KATHARINA SAFRAN: (sobbing slightly) “If only mum heard that. She would have beat you both. Our home is a fairy-tale palace as long as we all love each other.”
ADAM SAFRAN: “Johanna… ask the master for the money. Maybe he forgot!”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “Oh, Adam. Come here, darling.”
She reached her hands to her little brother, placed him on her laps and started to stroke his bright hair.
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “I am worried that he would be angry when I remind him to pay me. I would not want to lose his friendship in a world.”
PETER SAFRAN: “You cannot eat friendship… But neither my working with the lumberjack.”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “He was a bad man, who did not want to pay you from the beginning. You couldn’t help it and you worked really hard and scrupulously.”
PETER SAFRAN: “I am worried about Thad. Nothing helps him.”
Having released Adam, she crawled to his older brother and put her skinny hand on his forehead.
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “Not much can treat such a nasty disease. He is so cold…”
KATHARINA SAFRAN: “We were thinking about…mmm…”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “Yes? Speak, darling.”
KATHARINA SAFRAN: “But not be mad, we really thought it through…”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: (impatient) “Just say it already!”
KATHARINA SAFRAN: (a little scared) “Maybe me and Adam should go to the docks or at the church… You know, to beg for alms.”
PETER SAFRAN: “We know what you think about it, Johanna, it is shameful even for us, but…”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “Alright” (pause) “Alright. It looks like we have no other choice.”
- PETER: 12/13yo boy, Johanna's brother. Had to became adult too soon.
Appears in 4 chapters later in the story.
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “Take it, Peter.”
The boy looked at his sister’s trophy in the dimmed light.
PETER SAFRAN: (disappointed) “Only two? “Is that all you earned?”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “I am sorry, brother. He does not even know that I kept that money.”
KATHERINA SAFRAN: “We asked you so many times to leave him. He almost does not pay you, why do you insist to stay his servant?”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: (mumbled, embarrassed) “Sister, he does not have anyone else. If only you knew him! He is a valuable man!”
PETER SAFRAN: “But he does not give you money for your honest work!”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “It is not a very good time for him now”.
PETER SAFRAN: “Oh, and it is the best time for us!”
Johanna looked at their second brother, a groggy seven-years-old Thaddäus, who lying under the pile of blankets, was slowly dying of tuberculosis. The girl snuffled loudly.
PETER SAFRAN: “Sorry, I did not mean to be so… rude.”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: (crying, she tried to joke) “We are not in a manor, after all.”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: (crying, she tried to joke) “We are not in a manor, after all.”
KATHARINA SAFRAN: (sobbing slightly) “If only mum heard that. She would have beat you both. Our home is a fairy-tale palace as long as we all love each other.”
ADAM SAFRAN: “Johanna… ask the master for the money. Maybe he forgot!”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “Oh, Adam. Come here, darling.”
She reached her hands to her little brother, placed him on her laps and started to stroke his bright hair.
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “I am worried that he would be angry when I remind him to pay me. I would not want to lose his friendship in a world.”
PETER SAFRAN: “You cannot eat friendship… But neither my working with the lumberjack.”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “He was a bad man, who did not want to pay you from the beginning. You couldn’t help it and you worked really hard and scrupulously.”
PETER SAFRAN: “I am worried about Thad. Nothing helps him.”
Having released Adam, she crawled to his older brother and put her skinny hand on his forehead.
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “Not much can treat such a nasty disease. He is so cold…”
KATHARINA SAFRAN: “We were thinking about…mmm…”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “Yes? Speak, darling.”
KATHARINA SAFRAN: “But not be mad, we really thought it through…”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: (impatient) “Just say it already!”
KATHARINA SAFRAN: (a little scared) “Maybe me and Adam should go to the docks or at the church… You know, to beg for alms.”
PETER SAFRAN: “We know what you think about it, Johanna, it is shameful even for us, but…”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “Alright” (pause) “Alright. It looks like we have no other choice.”
- KATHARINA: 10/11 yo. girl, Johanna's sister.
Appears in 4 chapters later in the story
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “I am sorry, brother. He does not even know that I kept that money.”
KATHERINA SAFRAN: “We asked you so many times to leave him. He almost does not pay you, why do you insist to stay his servant?”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: (mumbled, embarrassed) “Sister, he does not have anyone else. If only you knew him! He is a valuable man!”
PETER SAFRAN: “But he does not give you money for your honest work!”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “It is not a very good time for him now”.
PETER SAFRAN: “Oh, and it is the best time for us!”
Johanna looked at their second brother, a groggy seven-years-old Thaddäus, who lying under the pile of blankets, was slowly dying of tuberculosis. The girl snuffled loudly.
PETER SAFRAN: “Sorry, I did not mean to be so… rude.”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: (crying, she tried to joke) “We are not in a manor, after all.”
KATHARINA SAFRAN: (sobbing slightly) “If only mum heard that. She would have beat you both. Our home is a fairy-tale palace as long as we all love each other.”
ADAM SAFRAN: “Johanna… ask the master for the money. Maybe he forgot!”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “Oh, Adam. Come here, darling.”
PETER SAFRAN: “I am worried about Thad. Nothing helps him.”
Having released Adam, she crawled to his older brother and put her skinny hand on his forehead.
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “Not much can treat such a nasty disease. He is so cold…”
KATHARINA SAFRAN: “We were thinking about…mmm…”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “Yes? Speak, darling.”
KATHARINA SAFRAN: “But not be mad, we really thought it through…”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: (impatient) “Just say it already!”
KATHARINA SAFRAN: (a little scared) “Maybe me and Adam should go to the docks or at the church… You know, to beg for alms.”
PETER SAFRAN: “We know what you think about it, Johanna, it is shameful even for us, but…”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “Alright” (pause) “Alright. It looks like we have no other choice.”
- ADAM: 4 yo boy, Johanna's brother
two lines to say in the whole novel, one is here
KATHERINA SAFRAN: “We asked you so many times to leave him. He almost does not pay you, why do you insist to stay his servant?”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: (mumbled, embarrassed) “Sister, he does not have anyone else. If only you knew him! He is a valuable man!”
PETER SAFRAN: “But he does not give you money for your honest work!”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “It is not a very good time for him now”.
PETER SAFRAN: “Oh, and it is the best time for us!”
Johanna looked at their second brother, a groggy seven-years-old Thaddäus, who lying under the pile of blankets, was slowly dying of tuberculosis. The girl snuffled loudly.
PETER SAFRAN: “Sorry, I did not mean to be so… rude.”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: (crying, she tried to joke) “We are not in a manor, after all.”
KATHARINA SAFRAN: (sobbing slightly) “If only mum heard that. She would have beat you both. Our home is a fairy-tale palace as long as we all love each other.”
ADAM SAFRAN: “Johanna… ask the master for the money. Maybe he forgot!”
JOHANNA SAFRAN: “Oh, Adam. Come here, darling.”
Hello there, good people.
For this project I am looking for an English native speaker, who would read the Chapters before I send them to the voice actors.
I wrote the book in Polish and I'm translating it chapter by chapter. I study Translations and I realise how hard it is to master the language completely. I use various dictionaries and corpora to do it thoroughly, but nothing can replace the native speaker's intuition.
I need someone who would read the chapters and let me know if everything is understandable and neat or if the metaphors are well-used.
https://drive.google.com/open?id=1gz7ACkh04XQl3wwlU0HDEucmD-HJNnv1 - Here is Chapter 2. If you're interested, you can see if the text is alright and if it requires a lot of corrections.
Thank you in advance.
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