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In a society where showing her love for her first love she'll be rejected by her family and sent far away, little did they know this will bring to Amelie the journey of her life.
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A 14-21-year-old female role, very independent and adventurous.
That night, we saw a play. And then we went to a midnight movie. I was nodding off through the last half of it, I'd gotten up early that morning to go running. And, I keep wondering... if there was something... in the play, or in the movie, some trigger, or... some reason. Something that could... set her off, you know? Something I missed. I just keep trying to look for clues. For answers. She had survived so much. Why that night?
See, I didn’t…really…think that I’d make it this far up. Although, I’ve always been a bit of a climber. When I was nine months old, my mom found me sitting on top of the brown cow in the barn one morning. I never considered myself afraid of heights before, but, it’s not really the climbing up that scares me. It’s the getting down, Black Crow…It seemed so easy getting here—just put one foot on the branch then another and…Oh, I’ve tried going down already. I put my foot on a branch, but it’s slippery now. See? It’s like the sludge at the bottom of the pig trough. And you do not want to be climbing down from the clouds on pig sludge! I’d fly off and land down there in a broken bone pile. And, then everyone would just say, “Well, that’s Amelie. She doesn’t know how to climb down, poor slow girl.”
The picture was small, it didn't look like a school picture, it looked more like a candid shot. She was sort of smiling, but she looked somehow... suspicious. I have a strangely vivid memory... of her face. That night... she seemed fine. Friendly, and smiling. And I couldn't have done anything differently. And I couldn't have known what she was feeling. But then, I didn't ask, did I? I just never knew anyone who died...
A 14-21 years old female character, singer, really soft voice almost like a lullaby.
That night, we saw a play. And then we went to a midnight movie. I was nodding off through the last half of it, I'd gotten up early that morning to go running. And, I keep wondering... if there was something... in the play, or in the movie, some trigger, or... some reason. Something that could... set her off, you know? Something I missed. I just keep trying to look for clues. For answers. She had survived so much. Why that night?
See, I didn’t…really…think that I’d make it this far up. Although, I’ve always been a bit of a climber. When I was nine months old, my mom found me sitting on top of the brown cow in the barn one morning. I never considered myself afraid of heights before, but, it’s not really the climbing up that scares me. It’s the getting down, Black Crow…It seemed so easy getting here—just put one foot on the branch then another and…Oh, I’ve tried going down already. I put my foot on a branch, but it’s slippery now. See? It’s like the sludge at the bottom of the pig trough. And you do not want to be climbing down from the clouds on pig sludge! I’d fly off and land down there in a broken bone pile. And, then everyone would just say, “Well, that’s Amelie. She doesn’t know how to climb down, poor slow girl.”
An extract from Parlez-Moi d'Amour - Lucienne Boyer:
Parlez-moi d'amour
Redites-moi des choses tendres
Votre beau discours
Mon cœur n'est pas las de l'entendre
Pourvu que toujours
Vous répétiez ces mots suprêmes
Je vous aimeVous savez bien
Que dans le fond, je n'en crois rien
Mais cependant je veux encore
Écouter ces mots que j'adore
Votre voix aux sons caressants
Qui le murmure en frémissant
Me berce de sa belle histoire
Et malgré moi je veux y croireLyric video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FnhDlarCDt0
17 year old male role, is Amelie's fiance
The picture was small, it didn't look like a school picture, it looked more like a candid shot. She was sort of smiling, but she looked somehow... suspicious. I have a strangely vivid memory... of her face. That night... she seemed fine. Friendly, and smiling. And I couldn't have done anything differently. And I couldn't have known what she was feeling. But then, I didn't ask, did I? I just never knew anyone who died...
That night, we saw a play. And then we went to a midnight movie. I was nodding off through the last half of it, I'd gotten up early that morning to go running. And, I keep wondering... if there was something... in the play, or in the movie, some trigger, or... some reason. Something that could... set her off, you know? Something I missed. I just keep trying to look for clues. For answers. She had survived so much. Why that night?
A 54 year old male role, very warm voice, a honest and direct tone in his voice
The picture was small, it didn't look like a school picture, it looked more like a candid shot. She was sort of smiling, but she looked somehow... suspicious. I have a strangely vivid memory... of her face. That night... she seemed fine. Friendly, and smiling. And I couldn't have done anything differently. And I couldn't have known what she was feeling. But then, I didn't ask, did I? I just never knew anyone who died...
That night, we saw a play. And then we went to a midnight movie. I was nodding off through the last half of it, I'd gotten up early that morning to go running. And, I keep wondering... if there was something... in the play, or in the movie, some trigger, or... some reason. Something that could... set her off, you know? Something I missed. I just keep trying to look for clues. For answers. She had survived so much. Why that night?
The stars were out and it seemed like they were winking directly at us, twinkling because we were so perfect together. And that's when you said our love was "written in the stars". It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard. Her voice catches in her throat as she remembers that beautiful moment.
Middle-aged female role
That night, we saw a play. And then we went to a midnight movie. I was nodding off through the last half of it, I'd gotten up early that morning to go running. And, I keep wondering... if there was something... in the play, or in the movie, some trigger, or... some reason. Something that could... set her off, you know? Something I missed. I just keep trying to look for clues. For answers. She had survived so much. Why that night?
The picture was small, it didn't look like a school picture, it looked more like a candid shot. She was sort of smiling, but she looked somehow... suspicious. I have a strangely vivid memory... of her face. That night... she seemed fine. Friendly, and smiling. And I couldn't have done anything differently. And I couldn't have known what she was feeling. But then, I didn't ask, did I? I just never knew anyone who died...
Middle aged female role, Enzo's mother
That night, we saw a play. And then we went to a midnight movie. I was nodding off through the last half of it, I'd gotten up early that morning to go running. And, I keep wondering... if there was something... in the play, or in the movie, some trigger, or... some reason. Something that could... set her off, you know? Something I missed. I just keep trying to look for clues. For answers. She had survived so much. Why that night?
The picture was small, it didn't look like a school picture, it looked more like a candid shot. She was sort of smiling, but she looked somehow... suspicious. I have a strangely vivid memory... of her face. That night... she seemed fine. Friendly, and smiling. And I couldn't have done anything differently. And I couldn't have known what she was feeling. But then, I didn't ask, did I? I just never knew anyone who died...
Approx 21 years old, explosive personality, anger issues
The picture was small, it didn't look like a school picture, it looked more like a candid shot. She was sort of smiling, but she looked somehow... suspicious. I have a strangely vivid memory... of her face. That night... she seemed fine. Friendly, and smiling. And I couldn't have done anything differently. And I couldn't have known what she was feeling. But then, I didn't ask, did I? I just never knew anyone who died...
That night, we saw a play. And then we went to a midnight movie. I was nodding off through the last half of it, I'd gotten up early that morning to go running. And, I keep wondering... if there was something... in the play, or in the movie, some trigger, or... some reason. Something that could... set her off, you know? Something I missed. I just keep trying to look for clues. For answers. She had survived so much. Why that night?
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