Dramatic Monologue

Thank you for taking an interest in the role! I really appreciate it. — So I have some background for the Emilia role, but it's open to creative freedom. She, Brandon (me) and the Kit all grew up on the bad side of town (I haven't picked a location yet, as I wanted everyone's input once I got the group together) She and Brandon are very close, almost like siblings, and he's very protective of her; they have a relationship like Dom and Mia from Fast and the Furious.

Everyone packed up their stuff and began to leave as Ariella walks up to the professor. "Ariella, I know that you have to take your team out for a routine scavenging and surveillance mission today, so I'll try and keep this short. You need to stop daydreaming and pay attention in class and take notes. I know that you're a smart kid because you ace all of your homework and tests I give you brats, but you are failing on the notes and that is really bringing your grade down."says the professor to Ariella. "I know Professor Ackerman..." being cut off suddenly by the professor "That's Professor Levi to you. You know how I hate to be called by my last name." interrupts professor Levi as he massages the bridge of his nose in frustration "Right, sorry Professor Levi It's just hard to stay focused in here listening to someone talk about something rather than being out there exploring it first hand." replies Ariella in a exhausted voice. " I know it is, but can you do it for me brat" professor Levi tells Ariella as he brushes her hair out of her eyes and looks into the deep blue eyes staring back at him. "Yeah, I guess." she says before walking towards the door. "Oh, and Ariella keep your asses safe out there brat, I don't need other brats, like you, going out there to save your scrawny asses"professor Levi tells Ariella as she walks out into the harsh

I awoke to beams of a dozen spotlights, my vision gradually adjusted to the brilliant white light which illuminated everything around me. The realization that I had fallen asleep during rehearsal caused my eyes to widen in utter shock and confusion.

The mission directors chose a ship full of queers, so we didn't spend every last minute agonizing about the family we left back on the Blue Marble. They wanted a crew of men who loved each other and desired each other's company, so that we could be happy where we were. And for the most part it worked.

That night I didn’t know what lied ahead for me, I just wanted to clear my head from the tragedy that was left for me.  The one thing I can’t decided is which took the bigger toll on me the physical damages or the mental.  Here we will jump in to the horrific things that have happened to me. You may not believe a single word I utter. I tell you this really did happen, this story is true, and I’m not insane.  Let me introduce myself before we get into the story.  I am Izzy Hallis.

As we were driving back to the Sidemen House I tried keeping my eyes on the road but everything we stopped I had to look at her even if it was for a split second. As I looked at her I remembered the kiss we shared when we finished the Q an A. I knew we needed to talk about it but I didn't want to.

*Ok, so I know this is off from the time line of the books, but I'm going to have it so Natalie goes to the dance so I can introduce the new Character.

“And do anyone know what’s the number one reason for why people flunk my class?” She paused again as if anyone in the class actually knew the answer. “It’s because dumbass slackers tend to try and sleep throughout it!” she shouted.

Maybe they were through goading one another - I surely hoped so. I picked up my glass to take a sip of wine. I had been using this time to pretend to casually, gaze around the room. Myles Laveau caught my eye and smiled a half smile as he raised his glass to his lips. His date, the Baroness Portella, must have seen that his eye was otherwise entertained because she turned to glance over her shoulder at me. I saw the scathing stare she gave me through her thin, lacy veil- much like Boudreaux’s stare, it cuts to the bone. I half expected her to fling her drink into Laveau’s face, she seemed quite angry- but then, he leaned forward and whispered something in her ear and she turned to look at me again; this time, she smiled. I wondered what Myles had said to her for her to smile at me that way. The desire to know what he said was causing me to be anxious, as was the desire to see beneath the veil, but I needed to take care of the situation of my husband and lover goading each other first - I would ask Myles what was said between he and the Baroness the next time I was with him.

The man and woman hurried silently side by side down the dank passage. Occasionally, the woman would glance furtively over her shoulder. The passage was dark, and the only illumination came from a glowing torch that the man carried. The low light shone brightly enough to see that they were both nobles, for they were dressed with distinction.

In a silvery voice, I respond “It’s sensational. Thank you for taking the time to do all this for me.” His face lights up, his smile stretches from ear to ear. And that’s all it takes for me to get lost in his bright blue eyes. “You know I’m glad, James convinced me to take Kyle up on his offer. I’m glad we met Isabelle, I can’t imagine anything better than being here with you.” A shy giggle slips past my lips. “You cheeseball.” Xavier expression turns to shock, “Did you just call me a cheeseball?” He advances towards, like a wild animal hunting its prey. My emotions are between scared and excited.

    The air stung the Virtuoso's skin, but the night was perfect for his opening act. He began his preparation with an artist's delight and touch. Placing bombs designed as flowers and preparing his "paint brush". The cool touch of steel left his hand as he pocketed the pistol and began to move. "Tonight will be a night of beauty and splendor" he quietly mused to himself as he prepared to move. He sat waiting in anticipation for the puppets to dance. Someone stepped on a bomb and the play had begun.

Searing pain overcomes his hand. The insentient cement wall absorbs another powerless blow. Blood drips from his knuckles’ newly formed cut. However, he isn't fazed by the aching hand. His brown eyes’ stare seeming almost broken, yet filled with fear. A silence surrounds the stage like London fog, making it hard to breathe. The once faithful brown eyes have now dissolved into gushing tears, releasing the fear, the pain, and the complete brokenness. However, this feeling will always remain centered . He will never forget his crime... The lights slowly fade, beams are holding onto every bit of light as if it's life or death. Nobody except left on the stage.

I could hardly recognize myself anymore. The ground beneath me was dark and alluring, as the city that seems like a faded dream. The room was lit by the faint light of a candle.

Saundarya struggled to get her words out through the staggered breaths but managed to say, “The people at school are being mean to me and making fun of me!”