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.

Being chained by a metal table was never fun, he would be lucky if got out of these chains. Every single day he would be chained down by a mad scientist, who would experiment him every night. Day by day the poor boy would try to get out of this hell hole, but of course, it's no use.

So uh.... for some reason everyone used a different size for the collab... so I ended up messing around trying to fix the sizes and crap... Oh god. I don't actually know what the original size was so sorry if its a bit off... (Also, Kanji was really blurry... like really blurry... so I tried to sharpen him ._. sorry...

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.

I have something I need to tell you. It feels weird announcing this, because nothing has changed. I feel exactly as I’ve always felt, and I’m still the same person I’ve always been, I’ve just accepted a few things. It  almost feels pointless to say, because it seems so obvious to me, but I think I should tell you anyway. I don’t know how exactly to explain myself, because it’s how I’ve always felt, but I’ll try help you to understand without writing down every thought I’ve ever had.

Dark Place – JEFFREY: Does it matter to you that I am going mad? Not sure I can go away and reflect on it. Not sure I can get through my own madness.

“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.

My drama paragraph: Your mother's "trying to help" days are coming to an end, and the time is coming to let it go. This is a final attempt to reach you saying everything conceivable down to the last atom of my energy. Being strong-minded (in your head) hasn't allowed your heart and spirit to listen and hear the pleas from your children, Grandpa, sister, and parents!!! If this last "try to help" as your "fairy godmother" doesn't work, your parents' twilight years will be peaceful, but with deep sorrow.

was when Paul went out the window and walked on the fire escape to see if he could make it to the next apartment to get help.

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.

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.

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.

“ Do you really have to go back? Can’t you stay here with us? I’m sure it would be alright.Besides, you’re hurt. You’re in no shape to go anywhere. Your arm could get worse. ” I shook my head at the suggestion. I tied my rusty brown red braids back out of my face while smiling at the man before me.

The only visitors he had received were doctors, who kept taking his blood. At first, it wasn’t as frequent. Now, it was. They kept coming into the room constantly. They wouldn’t say anything when he asked. He felt weak, from them taking his blood daily.

We finally reached the square. A masked peacekeeper called “next”. I walked to him and reluctantly held out my hand. I heard a buzz then a prick with a needle for blood and I inhaled at the sharp pain. He shoved my hand down on paper, scanned my blood and sent me off.