Charybdis19
auditioning for
Mira (Pronounced Mihr-ah)
in Silence Is The Enemy | A Short Film
Silence Is The Enemy | A Short Film
Charybdis19 for Mira (Pronounced Mihr-ah)
Voice Actor
Mira (Pronounced Mihr-ah)
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Unpaid
A confident, outspoken, strong-minded woman who works at a local grocery store. She has known Izabell since her first day and seeks shelter at her house during the annual Purge. Beneath her likeable, assertive exterior, Mira hides a terrible secret: she murdered her best friend in cold blood over a petty argument about a sweater.
Voice: A confident, slightly raspy, masculine-sounding woman's voice. Direct, expressive, and naturally assertive, with the ability to convey humour, frustration, anger, tension, and vulnerability. Must sound natural and believable, with strong emotional range, including shouting and full screams.
Language:
- english
Voice description:
- all accents
- female young adult
Other info:
- remote recording
The sides they read from:
Are you actually serious right now? No, genuinely, look at me. Do I look like I'm joking? Because I can assure you, I am being one hundred percent serious. ...Okay, maybe eighty percent. That's not the point. The point is, you asked me what I thought, I told you what I thought, and now you're getting pissy because apparently you wanted me to agree with you. Well, sorry for not being a fucking mind reader. Next time, just ask someone who's going to tell you what you want to hear.
Do you think I don't know what I've done? Do you think I haven't spent every fucking second since then trying to make sense of it? I know what happened. I was there. I remember every word, every stupid little thing we argued about, and I remember thinking it mattered. A fucking sweater. That's what it was about. A sweater. And now you're standing here looking at me like there's some explanation that'll make it all okay. There isn't. There fucking isn't, and I can't stand here pretending there is just because it would make you feel better.
Can we just... can we not do this right now? Please? I've had a really fucking long night, and I don't think I can handle another person looking at me like that. What? Like what? Like I'm some kind of monster. You don't know what happened, Izabell. You weren't there. You don't know what I was thinking, or what she said, or how quickly everything went wrong. ...No, that doesn't make it okay. I know that. God, I KNOW THAT. You think I don't know that? I've been trying not to think about it for hours, and every time I get close to forgetting, I remember her face, and I can't breathe, and I just... I don't know what I'm supposed to do with that.
