The Weavers Audio Drama
MC for Lynn Anderson
Lead Role. If you'd prefer, you may submit your audition to DreamGoatProductionATgmailDOTcom
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Please follow the directions in the Project Overview section. Each main character has 2 lines, and one monologue. The monologue is there mainly to give context to the character. The purpose of the 2 lines is to hear your accent. You may choose any part of the monologue that you think best shows off your interpretation of the character. Do as little or as much as you'd like. Please record both lines, and your choice of a section of the monologue.
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Treasurer of the Weavers. Religious, originally raised Protestant, converted to Catholicism when she got married. Three children, sent to Hill Murray. Eldest is a senior. Strongly psychic, but she doesn’t like to talk about it. Tries to be as normal and unassuming as possible, but because of her psychic power, has always had an “interesting” life that her parents didn’t want to talk about. Husband is in IT, but a writer on the side. She is the most gentle, kind, and open of the Weavers. Calming influence since all of the Weavers have strong opinions and personalities.
Skills: Sewing. She is the protector of the group as she sews spell bags of protection for everyone. Wards. Even though she’s strongly psychic, she is mild and non-confrontational, and prefers to hang back.
- minnesotan
- female adult
Nope, but it does sound nice. Hotdish can get a little heavy sometimes.
Lane, I know you’re new and this will be your first mission. Every briefing is secret. There’s powers out there that would do anything to know what we know.
One time at camp, I got chased by a moose. I know it sounds like a cross between a Monty Python skit and American Pie, but it’s true. And, the best part: it happened at a Church camp where me and a boy were out in the woods alone. I mean, where else can you get alone at camp? It was the summer before college, and I was going a little wild. We didn’t have sex, if that’s what you’re wondering, but, well, that moose did arrive at a good time. We spent the night in a tornado shelter terrified out of our minds. Every few minutes, that moose would slam into the walls and the entire structure would shake. Have you ever seen these shelters? They’re these sold concrete things built into the side of a hill. Nothing more happened that night other than almost shitting our pants every time it slammed the wall. I’ve known Krissy since we were 10. We then became friends with Marie in middle school, and Kitty and Emily in high school. We were an inseparable group. We were all in choir together, some of us were in theatre together, and stayed friends well into adulthood. I think what tied us together was our shared weirdness. I think we were always weird. I know I was. My parents don’t like to talk about it, but apparently I used to have conversations with my grandmother when I was little. My grandmother died a month before I was born. But I knew her! I knew she loved black-eyed susans, even though grandpa thought they were weeds. She taught me how to use the sewing machine. She sat beside me and showed me how the needle would move, and how the bobbin worked. I was 5 when I learned. After my mom caught me, she made my grandma go away, and she told me to never talk about her ever again. It was then that they converted to Assemblies of God. I think they thought that since the Church couldn’t fix me, maybe the American Evangelicals could. It didn’t work, and here I am. But, I’m still with all of my girlfriends that I grew up with.
