Not sure why, but it put $55 instead of $5. It was meant to be $5.
Can I interest you in auditioning for the narrator of "Rip Van Winkle" ?
Absolutely! I'd be more than happy to audition for that. Just send me the script and I'll give it a go! :3
Here is the auditioning script for "Rip Van Winkle". This should be interesting because this story has a slow pace as opposed to "Sleepy Hollow". Consider this: the old guy just woke up after twenty years. He would be confused, confounded, and I imagine a little groggy. This is an opportunity to convey surrealism Good luck ! “God knows,” exclaimed he, at his wit’s end; “I’m not myself—I’m somebody else—that’s me yonder—no—that’s somebody else got into my shoes—I was myself last night, but I fell asleep on the mountain, and they’ve changed my gun, and every thing’s changed, and I’m changed, and I can’t tell what’s my name, or who I am!” 46 The by-standers began now to look at each other, nod, wink significantly, and tap their fingers against their foreheads. There was a whisper also, about securing the gun, and keeping the old fellow from doing mischief, at the very suggestion of which the self-important man in the cocked hat retired with some precipitation. At this critical moment a fresh comely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the gray-bearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened at his looks, began to cry. “Hush, Rip,” cried she, “hush, you little fool; the old man won’t hurt you.” The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. “What is your name, my good woman?” asked he. 47 “Judith Gardenier.” 48 “And your father’s name?” 49 “Ah, poor man, Rip Van Winkle was his name, but it’s twenty years since he went away from home with his gun, and never has been heard of since—his dog came home without him; but whether he shot himself, or was carried away by the Indians, nobody can tell. I was then but a little girl.” 50 Rip had but one question more to ask; but he put it with a faltering voice: 51 “Where’s your mother?” 52 “Oh, she too had died but a short time since; she broke a blood-vessel in a fit of passion at a New-England peddler.” 53 There was a drop of comfort, at least, in this intelligence. The honest man could contain himself no longer. He caught his daughter and her child in his arms. “I am your father!” cried he—“Young Rip Van Winkle once—old Rip Van Winkle now!—Does nobody know poor Rip Van Winkle?” 54 All stood amazed, until an old woman, tottering out from among the crowd, put her hand to her brow, and peering under it in his face for a moment, exclaimed, “Sure enough! it is Rip Van Winkle—it is himself! Welcome home again, old neighbor—Why, where have you been these twenty long years?” 55 Rip’s story was soon told, for the whole twenty years had been to him but as one night. The neighbors stared when they heard it; some were seen to wink at each other, and put their tongues in their cheeks: and the self-important man in the cocked hat, who, when the alarm was over, had returned to the field, screwed down the corners of his mouth, and shook his head—upon which there was a general shaking of the head throughout the assemblage.
Alright, I've recorded this portion, but CCC won't let me post it as a comment response, or as a private message file. Do you have an email to which I could send this audition?
[email protected]. Thanks !
Yours is one of the winning auditions, so if you message me your PayPal address, I will send you your reward.
