I've begun trying out certain exercises in an attempt to keep my superior acting skills honed. I've taken to reading the back label of different products in various tones. For instance, yesterday I took fifteen minutes studying the back of a cereal box. After giving it a good going-over, I decided I'd work this into a tragedy. Below is my monologue:
Your crunch... Your munch... After so many fleeting moments, you teased me with your sugary facade. Sure, I knew that beneath it all, you weren't as sweet as you let on... but I thought you were worth it... When in reality, you were truly nothing more than a flake... A very fake flake, firm and delightful when it all started but buckling and becoming tasteless in what seemed like a matter of moments... You truly surrounded yourself with the wrong environment, and now look at you - a mere shell of your former self.
Now THAT'S talent. I dare you to find somebody who's willing and able to take breakfast and spin it into Britney Spears' life.
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- J.G.
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