The Wildflower and the Wallflower

So, for my writer's craft class I am writing a screen play. Later on, I think I'm going to turn it into a book. But for now, screenplay. Because I'm very visual.

It's a film called "The Wildflower and the Wallflower" about a girl named Liv, who isn't really sure who she is. Her journey is emotional, and psychological, and through her poetry and with the help of her sisters, she begins to learn how to live, for the first time since her mother's death.

I'm really excited to actually WRITE it - novel form. But I really think I should do the screenplay part. I have so many ideas for that too.

And for a slight spoiler, well, you know how much I love twist endings. ;)

My Fair Lady Audition Pieces!

A haven't been on this blog in forever it seems. Hm.
"Forever is an awfully long time."
BUT! I have news.
So, as you know I was cast as Puck in A Midsummer Night's Dream. Which was an incredible experience, I assure you. I met new people that I'm probably going to know for a long time, and grew so much as a performer! I will hold Puck close to my heart for many years to come, I'm sure.
But my next audition is on the 14th, for My Fair Lady.
And I have (finally) chosen my audition pieces!
I am going to sing the song 'Alto's Lament' from Adventures in Love, 1) because I already know it, 2) because it shows off a lot of my range, and 3) because it's kind of about being held back from showing off your full potential. ;) Which, I think, sounds exactly like Eliza Doolittle's character in My Fair Lady! (:

And my monologue... Well, this definitely took more coaxing. But I have chosen an exerpt from the play Mrs. Warren's Proffession, by George Bernard Shaw (the same playwright that created the play that My Fair Lady is based off of!) I have chosen a monologue by the character Vivie.

Some information about VIVIE: She is an attractive specimen of the sensible, able, highly-educated young middle-class Englishwoman. Age 22. Prompt, strong, confident, self-possessed. Plain business-like dress, but not dowdy. She wears a chatelaine at her belt, with a fountain pen and paper knife among its pendants. Doesn’t care for romance. Good at mathematics. Hard-worker.

And to finish off this blog post, here's the monologue! Keep in mind, that I have yet to edit it and such. Not really sure what to cut out yet because I am sure it is a tad bit too long. I want a 45 monologue when I'm done, if possible! (:

Vivie: It would not matter if you did: you would not succeed. [MRS. WARREN winces, deeply hurt by the implied indifference towards her affectionate intention. VIVIE, neither understanding this now concerning herself about it, goes on calmly.] Mother: you don’t at all know the sort of person I am. I don’t object to Crofts more than to any other coarsely built man of his class. To tell you the truth, I rather admire him for being strong minded enough to enjoy himself in his own way and make plenty of money instead of living the usual shooting, hunting, dining-out, tailoring, loafing life of his set merely because all the rest do it. And I’m perfectly aware that if I’d been in the same circumstances as my aunt Liz, I’d have done exactly what she did. I don’t think I’m more prejudiced or straitlaced than you: I think I’m less. I’m certain I’m less sentimental. I know very well that fashionable morality is all a pretence, and that if I took your money and devoted the rest of my life to spending it fashionably, I might be as worthless and vicious as the silliest woman could possibly want to be without having a word said to me about it. But I don’t want to be worthless. I shouldn’t enjoy trotting about the park to advertise my dressmaker and carriage builder, or being bored at the opera to shew off a shopwindowful of diamonds.

:)

Shakepeare Project...

Sooooo.
I originally wasn't supposed to be in this Shakespeare contest thing that we're entering at my school (I participated last year!), and I was okay with that because I have so much on my plate already... But. Now I have a few lines.

"Hey, want a line in Shakespeare?"
"Sure!"
*Le teacher circles CHORUS:
Thus with imagined wing our swift scene flies
In motion of no less celerity
Than that of thought. Suppose that you have seen
The well-appointed king at Hampton pier
Embark his royalty; and his brave fleet
With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning:
Play with your fancies, and in them behold
Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing;
Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give
To sounds confused; behold the threaden sails,
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea,
Breasting the lofty surge: O, do but think
You stand upon the ravage and behold
A city on the inconstant billows dancing;
For so appears this fleet majestical,
Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow:
Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy,
And leave your England, as dead midnight still,
Guarded with grandsires, babies and old women,
Either past or not arrived to pith and puissance;
For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd
With one appearing hair, that will not follow
These cull'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to France?
Work, work your thoughts, and therein see a siege;
Behold the ordnance on their carriages,
With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur.
Suppose the ambassador from the French comes back;
Tells Harry that the king doth offer him
Katharine his daughter, and with her, to dowry,
Some petty and unprofitable dukedoms.
The offer likes not: and the nimble gunner
With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,

And down goes all before them. Still be kind,
And eke out our performance with your mind.

"Oh cool - uhh, which line?"
*Le teacher chuckles, "All of it"
"Oh... okay."

Practice Makes Perfect!

I started rehearsing last night. For A Midsummer Night's Dream, I mean. I was running through the final monologue. I have most of it down, but the this is, it's the easiest monologue of them all. And I have two months to memorize almost ten of them!