Lois Lane "Glasses" Monologue
Project Overview
Jan 2026 UPDATE: Sorry to leave this project in limbo. I have decided to put this project on hold for now to complete one that I have been putting off for years now. I will be posting that project on this site, so keep an eye out for that if you're interested.
To those who have auditioned for this project, thank you and I apologise for the lack of communication. (Where does the time go?)
I have shortlisted a few actors and will reach out if they are still interested in the future.
Thanks everyone :)
Lois Lane, the iconic reporter from the Superman mythos. This monologue is an excerpt from a story called "Glasses" by Jeff Loveless. In this story, Lois has a beautiful, poignant reflection on her time with Clark Kent and his dual role as Superman, delving into themes of identity, perception, and the human need for connection.
Here is also a link to the accompanying panels/images from this comic which should help inform the tone. I will not be using 100% of the text but I do intend to use the majority of it.
https://imgur.com/gallery/lois-lane-superman-glasses-i0Viiqb
The final script will be 404 words.
I intend to use this monologue in a monetised Youtube video in which i reflect on the show Superman & Lois If you have any questions about this or any future projects, feel free to send a message :) Thanks! - Kendo
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Lois Lane, the iconic reporter from the Superman mythos. This monologue is an excerpt from a story called "Glasses" by Jeff Loveless. In this story, Lois has a beautiful, poignant reflection on her time with Clark Kent and his dual role as Superman, delving into themes of identity, perception, and the human need for connection.
As for the voice, you can look for plenty of versions of this character but I wouldn't think too hard on how to tackle the voice. Just do what feels natural to you and the script.
- female adult
- all american accents
Every day. For years. Always running. Always hiding. I remember looking at you and always thinking the same thing: what kind of sad world makes a man like Clark Kent? But then… I saw you work. And you couldn’t hide who you were. I always tried to stay detached. But not you. You looked people in the eye and saw their pain. You cared.
You wanted to be one of us so badly, and you weren’t. This was as close as you could get. But still, you wanted to know how it felt. To be small. Forgotten. Ignored. You made yourself weak so you would never forget how strong you were. So you’d never stop fighting for those who couldn’t.
And since then, I’ve known the best secret of all time. That every day the most powerful man in the world puts a coat over his cape and goes to work. He could be anyone… and he chooses to be kind. Never looking for praise. He just helps because he cares. And no one ever sees. And I ask: what kind of sad world doesn’t see Clark Kent?
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