 Auditioning for the Narrator! Whee! Slytherin by heart
Kyle poked his head in at first, nervous, unsure about the piece he was doing. It was his favorite monologue, but it was short, and he had to change the wording due to language. But he loved it.
He finally made his way into the room and on stage, then took a deep breath. He closed his eyes a moment to picture himself in the place of the character, and when he opened them again his eyes were full of pain and anguish.
He paced the stage a few times then stopped, looking up at the 'sky.'
"You are cruel and manipulative. Is this all part of Your plan?" he asked, arms stretched out to either side, indicating everything around him. Then he pointed up, shaking his finger. "It's all just a game to You, isn't it? Eh? Well, I know punishment, and he did not deserve that." He pointed off stage now, and started talking angrily. "He followed Your stupid rules, and it still wasn't good enough!" Then, with fists clenched at his sides, head down, he continued: "So what does it take to please You? Break Your rules and you fall, follow them and you still lose!" He looked back up to the 'sky,' still angry. "Doesn't matter whether you're a sinner. Doesn't matter whether you're a saint. Nobody can win so what's the point?" Then, sounding weak and defeated he added, "What's the bloody point?"
He closed his eyes and lowered his head, waiting a moment, before looking up with a bright smile again. He bowed deeply, the way his father had taught him. "Thank you!" And with that he scampered off the stage.
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Armand and Damien Beta-Erikson
Named for Legends
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