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Radio SC ima radiodramu! Traže se GLUMCI GLASOVI!
Naslov: Juliet
Autorica: Marijana Janjić
Audicija će se održavati 15.2. (ponedjeljak) od 21h u prostoru Kluba SC, a prijave šaljite do 15.2. u podne na adriana.snajder@gmail.com
Važno!
Radiodrama će biti snimana i montirana, a po želji redateljice bit će izvođena na engleskom jeziku. Bez obzira na to, uvjet NIJE perfektno poznavanje jezika i neka vas to ne uplaši – želimo pravu emociju kroz jezik koji nije materinji.
Kratki sadržaj:
Priča o ženi, o ljudskom biću koje razmišlja o svojoj vezanosti – emocionalnoj, tjelesnoj, životnoj – s drugim ljudskim bićem. Osluškuje sve svoje biti, pokušava pronaći perspektivu koja će je osloboditi patnje. Može li se to, koliko se može i kako se može? A sve se događa u glavi. Njenoj i našima.
Opisi glasova/likova – i neka vas ne zbuni – poneki glasovi će biti isti za dva lika koja su, u načelu, ista…:
Juliet – Ž
Dublji ženski glas.
Sigurnost koja je poljuljana. Racionalnost koja će se postepeno izgubiti.
Glava i priča su njezine.
Tekst za audiciju:
I came here to die with my love. Or no… It was him who came to die with me but first I died for him. A horror of living ever after, without love, felt so cold that death grabbed me before I had a chance to say no. Maybe I would have done so. … Just so…
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I wonder why he came back. Why he came back, half drunk, half asleep telling me of his love. I wonder why he thinks I should prove my love. What is there for me to prove?
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I don’t know. It’s hard to say. He did come back. He did risk his life. He did. He said he loved me. He called me his. He said… Mother, he promised to take care of me. To be my shelter. My princippe. He came back for me. Why do you think he did that? Why do you…? He came back.
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Politician – M
Srednje dubok muški glas, hladan, siguran, nepokolebljiv glas.
Praktičan, smiren, ulizica, nezainteresiran za upadice drugih i njihova uvjeravanja. Prodaje svoju priču.
Tekst za audiciju:
Love is a choice. And by that choice you have a right not to be denied the choice. Love is a choice. And it is important that choice be given to all. To us. Love is a choice. Don’t let them fool you.
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You have a choice. And what does a choice mean? It means you can decide. You have to decide. And that is something no one can take away from you. The choice. Your choice, remember that. Dream that choice. Dream it into this world. Cause this world is yours. No matter what they say.
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Psycho i Radio advice – Ž
Majčinski, sestrinski glas – uvjeravajući i uvjeren u ono što govori.
Prodaje svježa obećanja u koja za sad vjeruje i želi da i drugi vjeruju.
Pokušava sakriti nešto što jako dobro zna.
Tekst za audiciju:
Love is not life. Love is a part of life. I repeat love is a part of life. And like every part it can be missing. We can still live without it. Take people who have no hand or kidney, leg or eye.
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These days we hear about depression and repression. It is a sad moment in our society when we are made witness to this phenomenon. We … Fades out.
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It i Thought – neutralni glas
Glas nalik dječjem.
Uskoro će mutirati u svoju sudbinu.
Pomalo izgubljen.
Tekst za audiciju:
To live is to love. … Right?
Love or life? Is that correct?
To live is to love, right? That’s the equation, no?
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They are all twins. Heart is but one.
Men are cowards. You need to tell them what to do.
Why do they preach things they don’t believe in?
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Monolog i Painting – Ž
Svjetliji glas.
Slabašan, očajan, ponekad strašan glas.
Glas koji se predaje.
Ili odustaje…?
Tekst za audiciju:
I was born long time ago. It seems like yester news though. So I was born yesterday. I’m here now. I wish… I have many of these…wishes I mean… I wish I knew how I came to be here. Wish it was possible to say. To utter the truth of the reason of impossibility I dreaded so in my wake hours … my day wake hours… they’ve turned into night… hours I mean… n days… so funny… sooooooooooo… things grow inside… strange… very strange… am I afraid… soooooooooooo much… fear… yes, I believe I’m afraid… not of this…no… not of this… of …
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She – Ž/M
Razdraženi glasovi – ne dopuštaju povrijeđenosti da ispliva drugačije doli kroz grubi zvuk.
Tekst za audiciju:
I would like to live. But I was dead. I was dead on a day I met him. I was dead in my father’s eyes. My mother could not embrace me. So I was dead. With him. And for them it’s a good thing. They are at peace with their gods. But I would rather live. I would. I want to.
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Old Age i Book – M/Ž
Drhtavi glasovi, ali glasovi autoriteta.
Autoriteta koji je možda upitan…
Tekst za audiciju:
Love is a way to make woman lay with man. Otherwise she would never accept to take on the burden of a man’s lust. It is her/his solely defense for why he desires her while he is after seeding her womb. It’s woman’s choice whether she turns to him or away from him when he approaches her. He is dependent on her.
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Love is an affection we grow to feel for one or more persons. The psychological and emotional is based on physical connections that abridge neurons in our brain. The feeling of love is connected with physical growth of comfort and pleasure since that is a state when endomorphic is produced in our cells and we experience that as a state of utmost relax and happiness. When the outer source of it disappears our brain experiences addict’s crisis and tries to regain the source back so that the state of pleasure could be continued. The neuron cells demand particles of happiness. When they are not found, body produces cells of opposite effect. That is when we experience sorrow and sadness. It is a physical reaction of liquids in our brain but we translate it as sadness and sorrow. It takes time for the bridges to stop rejuvenating. Than we say love has faded away and we often ask ourselves what the hell happened to us.
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Her – M
Glas žrtve, izubijan, pokušava shvatiti nasilnički impuls u čovjeku; feminiziran muški glas.
Tekst za audiciju:
I wanted to scream but he put gags in my mouth. I always thought I will die of a throat cancer. So many withheld screams. I was right. I died without a scream.
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I found him in a train. His arm around my neck. My head on his shoulder. I turned to him for a kiss and he looked away.
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Add board – M
Dubok i ugodan muški glas; treba otpjevati!
Tekst za audiciju:
I gave her short skirt and said go into the world. Ask car and truck drivers to take you where you want. Preserve fuel. It’s a recession time. Better have some bucks in pockets. … I forgot to paint pockets on her skirt.
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To her – Ž
Naivan ženski glas – srednje visok, prodoran, sretan, pomalo unjkav.
Tekst za audiciju:
And you meet him. See him for the first time. After a long time. And everything is same.
Everything is love. He is love. He was always Love.
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I think I hate him. I want him to take this away. Why he went and left everything to me? Why is he… why… he is … he… I’m… I hate you. I hate every mirror now. I hate mirror in my soul. I hate my cold fingers. I hate sleepless nights. I hate him for being scared. I hate my soul for loving him. I hate this depth from which it’s impossible to crawl out.
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Woman – Ž
Glas stranca, glas koji dolazi sa strane – pomalo ravnodušan, tup; ni previsok ni prenizak.
Tekst za audiciju:
I try to forget. I wanted to gift him a child. He got scared. He called me over and over explaining it’s impossible for us to meet because I will get pregnant. I stared back into the wall. Numb. Emotion full. Motionless. Crashed. Did anyone ever say that before to a loved one? I … I try to forget.
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I talked with him for hours. Happy. Joyful. Fulfilled. Strong. Amazed at the connection. I cried for days. Because connection was there but no connecting. He let me go. And than I loved him more. And it was for no purpose.
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I had a phone sex with him. And a sex chats. And love making. And two, three, all of it together. One after another. Long hours over instant messaging networks as I believe they are called – messengers and inboxes outboxes click click. There were photos too. It was nice. I felt awkward only first time. No…. more than that. He enticed it. I got scared. He wanted to hear my voice. That’s how it all began. He said I had a nice voice. He wanted my picture.
