Novel & Cerita Drama Reading

The purest form of an audition. Cassie looked at her, and for a moment, Amara felt like she was being x-rayed. The director didn't smile, didn't offer a word of small talk. She simply pointed to the script on the table. “Scene 17,” Cassie said. “The theater monologue. Just a cold read.” Amara nodded. She didn't need to look at the script. She had lived with these words for a week. She stepped to the center of the room, her back to the harsh light of the window.

"This is a historical mystery drama, and I’ve secured you an audition for the lead role. Take some time to study the script. I’ll go with you to the audition in three days. "I’ve read through the script myself. The plot is tightly woven, with each mystery leading to another. It’s full of suspense, and the pacing is intense. There isn’t much romance, and it avoids all the cliché love storylines. I think this drama has great potential to be a hit, so I really want you to get the lead role.

I should be mad because he almost killed me outside the campus gate. Whatever. Our professor is here. " Good morning Sir Morgan!" We all stood up to greet him and he looked relax and in mood today. Professor Morgan is our Literature teacher and he's always in bad mood whenever he entered and started the class but today seemed different. He was strangely in good time today. " Good morning class. Today we'll going to have a drama presentation about Romeo and Juliet and I chose Yennii Lorca and Adoneram Reid to be the lead characters" he surprised us with it.

A few students get up to walk to the front for the stapled sheets we already took. “And before I get any complaints… it was not my idea to rehash Romeo and Juliet for this term read. I know we did it before a couple of grades back. It’s working alongside the drama department and their choice of show for the end of term. Blame the head.” “Sir… what’s the point in reading the same thing and handing in the same essays from two years ago?” A voice from the back perks up, and he smiles their way broadly.

As she did, her eyes caught the title of a document lying there. “The Return of the Broken Heiress.” Her eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity. Slowly, she picked it up. Just a quick look, she told herself. She read the first page and quickly realized it was a drama script under Davis Global Entertainment. Her eyes lit up instantly. Without even realizing it, she began reading through the pages, completely drawn in. The story stirred something deep inside her, emotions she had buried for a long time. Lucien noticed her, his gaze lingering on her face, but he said nothing. He continued his conversation with Harris as if nothing was happening.

"One each. Pass it down." A script lands on my lap. I look at the cover: The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde. My name is handwritten in the top corner. Next to it: Gwendolen. Mrs. Cetera continues. "As you know, auditions are done. Roles are assigned. Today we read. No blocking, no acting yet. Just get the words in your mouth." She pauses, scanning the room. "I know roles are assigned. But anyone can take a part. I want to hear the play, not the casting. Don't get comfortable — your role might change."

Amar‍a cried throughout her ent​ire speech about solidarity and lov⁠e and building fa‍milies. J‌oy talks about looking up⁠ t​o Zar​a as a role m‌odel. Kiya reads a poem she wrote. It’s drama​tic‍ and beaut⁠iful. Then it’s my turn. I⁠ s‌tand with a glass of champagne, looking at‌ my third daughter.​

Chapter 1: The Wings Eight months of watching the show from the wings and Daria knew it the way she knew her own breathing. She knew the timing of every scene change, the specific creak of the stage right platform on the third step, the quality of light at the end of Act One when the follow spot hit center stage and the rest of the theater went dark. She knew the show from the inside out, from the prompt book in her head, from six hundred performances she’d watched from the wings while someone else took the bow.

"I love it. The chemistry between you and him is unmatched, but you, Noah, really need to work on your emotions. I want to feel it, not just see it." "Alright, ma'am," Noah said nodding "Now class, I need you all to check the class group, I’ve dropped a P*F of a play and I want everyone to read it because it might just be the selected play for next week's program." The Drama teacher announced. "On our next class, I’ll select the people that will get this play on act. We really need to start moving on this. The theater will be opened next week and by then we should have been prepared."

“So, what’s your first move?” Conner handed Sloane a copy of the script from Alexa. He had already made another copy for use at home. “This week’s show,” he explained. “You read it yet?” Sloane fanned the pages of the script with his thumb. “No,” he said. “What’s in it?” “Read it. Start with page seventeen.” Conner watched silently while Sloane began reading. Three pages in, Sloane’s brow frowned. He read for a moment more, then closed the script and looked up at Conner, his eyes filled with compassion.