VOICE ACTING CONTEST (YES, FOR A BIT OF MONEY) FOR A LITTLE YOUTUBE GOBLIN (SEE DETAILS)
Big Boy Buff Boy for Tartan the Goblin
Everything is pretty much in the description. What do you think this little fella would sound like during the trumpet fight, which was the only thing I could think of in the moment? (Make sure you try to have different dynamics.)
[YOU CAN INTRODUCE YOURSELF IF YOU WANT TO, OR YOU CAN HOP RIGHT IN
[SPEAKING AUDITION: TRUMPET FIGHT (CENSORED). I don't just want you to mimic the trumpet fight guy, and if it's what you envision, then go for it! I want something creative that you can bring to the table. The document has different stage directions and the correct script formatting as well, it's linked in the description. If you need accommodations like color coding or such, feel free to contact me!]
Who the heck do you think you are? You’re any kind of artist? Anybody know who you are? Maybe everybody else wants to enjoy the peace and quiet. This is one of the most important places in North America and who are you? Who are you? You miserable, presumptuous no-talent. You’re no artist. An artist respects the silence, it serves the foundation of creativity. You obviously don’t have the talent. You don’t have enough respect for yourself or other people, or know what it means to respect yourself. In music or any form of creativity. And I’m an NYU film school graduate. Sucker. And the School of Visual Art in the Academy of Art University in San Francisco. You suck. You’re a no-talent. If you really have talent, go practice. And then get yourself a gig, instead of ruining the day for everybody down here. You disgrace. You are everything that’s gone wrong in this world. You’re a self consumed, no-talent, mediocre piece of trash. And I’ve earned my right to say it. Okay? In 1975, I walked Bob Dylan up on stage. Who are you? I knew the Grateful Dead from 1966. Who are you? You’re nothing. You are nothing. And you will never be anything. Never. How dare you? You miserable, mediocre nothing. Shame on you. You crack a stupid little smile, you little pimp. Go learn to play. You’re flat. You can’t even carry a note. I don’t care about your little horn lip, it doesn’t mean you know how to play. You’re flat. I’ve trained classically, I’ve trained contemporaneously, and you suck.
[SINGING AUDITION: SING ANY SONG THAT YOU'RE COMFORTABLE WITH, WE HOPE TO INCORPORATE TWO GENRES INTO ONE]
