Character Audition Lines:
Elliot Davis:
An average teenage boy in high school.
He hates his teachers and the bullies at his school and spends most
of his time with his best friend Will. He may look ordinary but that
is far from the truth. He holds a secret deep inside him. He lives
with his grandparents because of the car crash that claimed his
parents lives 4 years ago. He is a bit of a hothead and has a knack
for getting into trouble.
Lines:
“Well,”
Elliot laughed, “maybe you should pay attention in class instead of
flirting with the ladies all day.”
“You’re
one to talk,” said Will.
“What
are you on about,” asked Elliot, confused.
“Shawna.
You’ve been staring at her for the last five minutes, man.”
“No
I haven’t,” Elliot said, hastily looking away from Shawna.
“Man,
you’re totally into her,” said Will, a huge grin plastered across
his face. “C’mon, ask her out. What do you have to lose?”
“My
pride. Will, what if she says no?”
“What
if she says yes? Trust me man, you’ll never know unless you ask.
Just think about it.”
“You
piece of shit,” Elliot said, anger rising within him like a
wildfire.
Above
him, the lights began to flicker on and off.
“How
can you treat people this way? Do you only care about your stupid
subject?”
“Dude,”
Will whispered, “what are you doing? Haney gets nasty when he’s
mad.”
Elliot
was too angry to care.
“Well,
well,” Haney sneered. “Lazy, vulgar, and insubordinate.
I would expect nothing less from a Davis. Something simply must be
done about that temper of yours. What do you think I should do,
Mister Davis?”
“You
could bore me to death,” Elliot said through clenched teeth. “That
would teach me a lesson.”
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lib: Come up with something on the spot. Either create a monologue
about how much you hate your teachers or talk about the strange
dreams you keep having about the car crash. Above all, just be
yourself and be natural.
Narrator:
Has
to be able to read paragraphs of text easily. Obviously, there will
be editing but I prefer people who can read paragraphs, make them
sound natural, and get across the weight of the events happening
onscreen. Could be anime narration style, movie narration style, or
just your own style.
Lines:
Mr.
Haney was their math teacher. There was something about Haney that
didn’t seem quite right to Elliot. Maybe it was his crooked nose,
that looked as if had been broken many times before, or maybe it was
his greasy gray hair, but there was definitely something odd about
Haney.
Haney
was thin; almost unhealthily so. He looked so frail that a slight
breeze could blow him over. However, looks can be deceiving, and it
would be a mistake to think of Haney as weak. There must have been
pure evil embedded in his skin because, despite all logic, Haney was
the strongest and meanest teacher at James Woods. You didn't want to
get on Haney's bad side.
Run,
Elliot. Quickly!
Isak’s
words echoed in Elliot’s head as he sprinted as fast as he could
through the dense forest. The sounds of footsteps and heavy breathing
were drawing nearer and nearer. A stitch was beginning to form in his
side. His breath came in sharp gasps. Elliot couldn’t keep this up
for much longer: it was going to catch him.
He
stopped and turned, gasping for breath, and stared at his pursuer. He
had reached the end of the line; he could run no longer. It charged
at him, sword drawn. Clutching his side, he tried to retreat, backing
up as fast as he could. However, in his haste to escape, he tripped
over a root that protruded from the ground.
I’m
gonna die.
He
looked up at that beast, into those cold, merciless eyes. It stood
over him. Its arms, which were of differing lengths, were each
attached, close to the shoulder, with what looked like stitches. Its
right arm- the longer one- clutched a rapier. Extremely pale, the arm
glowed in the dim light of the forest. Its left arm, a dark brown
color, hung limply at its side. Both of its legs were attached in the
same fashion.
Where
its face should have been, different skins and facial features had
been stitched together, forming a sort of mask. Its tongue extended
from its mouth, stained red with blood, convulsing rapidly. Both of
its eyes rolled madly inside their sockets, bereft of humanity.
Elliot
quivered as he peered down the long thin blade of the rapier cast
toward him. There was blood on the weapon: Dark, red blood,
dripping, glistening on the end of the blade.
Will
Masse:
Elliot's
best friend and the voice of reason. He is always there to lend a
helping hand and steer Elliot in the right direction. He is calm,
laid back, and relaxed. He's not the brightest person but he makes up
for it with heart.
Lines:
“Tell
me about it?” Will said. “Isn’t he the worst teacher ever?”
“Totally,”
Elliot said, “Lee sneezed during one of Haney’s tests and the
scrooge gave him a zero. What’s his deal, dude?”
“Not
sure man but I hope he takes a chill pill before midterms. My ‘rents
will have a cow if my grades don’t pick up.”
Well,”
Elliot laughed, “maybe you should pay attention in class instead of
flirting with the ladies all day.”
“You’re
one to talk,” said Will.
“What
are you on about,” asked Elliot, confused.
“Shawna.
You’ve been staring at her for the last five minutes, man.”
“No
I haven’t,” Elliot said, hastily looking away from Shawna.
“Man,
you’re totally into her,” said Will, a huge grin plastered across
his face. “C’mon, ask her out. What do you have to lose?”
“My
pride. Will, what if she says no?”
“What
if she says yes? Trust me man, you’ll never know unless you ask.
Just think about it.”
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Lib: Say something supportive to your best friend. Try to be calm and
relaxed. Above all, just be yourself.
Nana:
Elliot's
Grandmother. This is a small roll but very important. She is the
major supporting figure in Elliot's life. She is firm but is always
there to support Elliot. She is both a friend and a mother figure to
Elliot. Above all else, I don't want her to sound old. She's around
75 but I don't want her to be out of touch or senile. She she behave
like a mother, not an old lady.
Lines:
“Elliot
Davis! If you don’t wake up right now, you’ll be late for
school.”
The
sharp tone of his grandmother cut through the nightmare he had been
having.
“Ugh,”
Elliot groaned. “Five more minutes Nana.”
“You
said that five minutes ago. Get up now or I’m sending Big D in
here.”
“I’m
up, I’m up,” Elliot said groggily, sitting up in his bed. “I’ll
be down in ten minutes.”
“You
better be,” his grandmother said as she opened the door to his
bedroom. “Ten minutes. That’s all the time I’m giving you.”
She walked through the door and closed it behind her.
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lib: Imagine that you just heard Elliot got into another fight at
school. Speak for a few minutes about how worries you are but at how
much trouble Elliot will be in when he gets home.
Mr.
Haney:
Elliot's
math teacher. He is cruel, he is sinister and he doesn't give a shit.
Well, at least on the surface. I need someone who is able to pull off
a Snape level of sinister. He may seem evil but there is a lot more
to him than that. He also has his secrets and much of this is just an
act, so I need someone who can pull off tender and cruel scenes.
Lines:
“Yes,”
said a cold drawl behind them, “very impressive, Mister Davis.
Quite lifelike,
in fact.”
Everyone
at the table jumped. Haney was looming right behind them, smirking
vindictively.
“You
are quite the entertainer today,” Haney continued. “I've grown
quite attached to this humor of yours, Mister Davis. In fact, I think
one night of detention isn't enough to fully appreciate those jokes
of yours. I guess you'll just have to come in on Saturday as well.
Don't be late, Mister Davis.”
Haney
sauntered off to the teacher’s table, cackling maniacally. As soon
as Haney was out of earshot, Elliot shouted in indignation.
“Mister
Davis,” said Haney, even more coldly, “you seem to be under the
impression that I care about your well-being. Personally, I couldn't
care less if you get sleep at all. You will do your homework and be
attentive during class or you will fail. Is that understood?”
Haney
grinned malevolently.
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Lib: Make up your own sinister monologue for Haney. At the end
however, switch over to a tender moment or a private memory that you
think Haney would have.
Deanne
Collins:
Another
friend of Elliot's. She doesn't talk much but when she does she says
what's on her mind. This is another very minor roll.
Lines:
“I
know. I couldn’t even follow Kain’s history lecture,” said
Deanne. “I mean, what the hell does Hitler have to do with the War
On Terror? If you ask me, he’s making all that crap up.”
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Lib: Make up your own monologue discussing the amount of homework you
have or the crazy teachers in the school.
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