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25.01.2022 The Voice Exercise Book: The Warm-Ups (CD) By Jeannette Nelson Essential warm-up exercises for anyone who wants to use their voice more effectively. An accompaniment to The Voice Exercise Book, the accessible and straightforward guide to good voice production.... If you’re using your voice in a professional capacity as a performer, a public speaker, a teacher, or even for long hours over the telephone then warming up is an essential part of ensuring best practice and vocal health. On this CD, Jeannette Nelson, Head of Voice at the National Theatre, provides three complete and easy-to-use voice warm-ups that she uses with actors and non-actors alike. Simply press play, and follow the instructions, either on your own or in a group. Each warm-up helps you to: * release physical tension and prepare your breathing * open up your voice and improve your resonance * get the speech muscles in your mouth working freely There is also a warm-down for after you have been using your voice, to release any tensions, re-establish good muscle action, and keep healthy for the next time. The CD can be used on its own or in conjunction with The Voice Exercise Book. The Voice Exercise Book: The Warm-Ups is also available as a digital download from Amazon and from iTunes. ‘Jeannette’s warm-up sessions are tremendous’ Zoë Wanamaker CBE ‘Jeannette’s knowledge is astonishing, and her approach so gentle and effective’ Derren Brown ‘She makes voice production endlessly fascinating and fun. There is no one better’ Rory Kinnear Track listing: Introduction (09:47) About these warm-ups (02:05) Warm-Up One (28:49) Warm-Up Two (22:40) Warm-Up Three (13:28) Warming Down (02:00) Conclusion (00:36) Total running time c. 1hr 20mins Coming soon to Book Nook: http://www.booknook.com.au//voice-exercise-book-the-warm-u

24.01.2022 Monologue from A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM Act II, Scene 2 Helena... O, I am out of breath in this fond chase! The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace. Happy is Hermia, whereso'er she lies, For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears. If so, my eyes are oftener washed than hers. No, no, I am as ugly as a bear; For beasts that meet me run away for fear. Therefore no marvel though Demetrius Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus. What wicked and dissembling glass of mine Made me compare with Hermia's starry eye? But who is here? Lysander! On the ground! Dead? Or asleep? I see no blood, no wound. Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake. -ooOOoo- WAAPA - Auditions: Female Monologues -ooOOoo-

24.01.2022 Monologue from WHO'S AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOOLF by Edward Albee Martha... You know what's happened, George? You want to know what’s really happened? [Snaps her fingers] It's snapped, finally. Not me...it. The whole arrangement. You can go along...forever, and everything's...manageable. You make all sorts of excuses to yourself...you know...this is life...the hell with it...maybe tomorrow he'll be dead...maybe tomorrow you'll be dead...all sorts of excuses. But then, one day, one night, something happens...and SNAP! It breaks. And you just don't give a damn any more. I've tried with you, baby...really tried...I'm loud, and vulgar, and I wear the pants in this house because somebody's got to, but I am not a monster. There was a second, just a second, when I could have gotten through to you, when maybe we could have cut through all this crap. But that's past. I sat there at Daddy's party, and I watched you...I watched you sitting there, and I watched the younger men around you, the men who were going to go somewhere. And I sat there and I watched you, and you weren't there! And it snapped! It finally snapped! And I'm going to howl it out, and I'm not going to give damn what I do, and I'm going to make the biggest explosion you ever heard. -ooOOoo- WAAPA - Auditions: Female Monologues -ooOOoo-

23.01.2022 Monologue from DAGS by Debra Oswald Gillian... All right. I'm going to admit something I never thought I'd admit to anyone ever. I've got a crush on Adam. Head over heels. Uncontrollable passion, etcetera. Unrequited passion, of course. Now I know this sounds like I'm throwing away everything I've said so far. And I guess I am. I know every girl at school except Monica is in love with him. I know he'd never go for a dag like me. I know it's hopeless. I know all that. But I can't help it. Just thinking he might look at me, my heart starts pounding like mad. And then I worry about whether he can tell my hearts going crazy, and I have to act really cool. This crush - it's like a disease. Do you know - oh, I'm almost too embarrassed to admit this - Adam misses the bus sometimes. 'Cos he's chatting up some girl or something. And do you know what I do? I get off the bus after one stop and walk back to school, so I can hang around the bus stop hoping he'll turn up. Just so I can ride on the same bus with him. Isn't that the most pathetic thing you've ever heard? I'm crazy. I can lie here for hours thinking about him. Writing these movies in my head where Adam and me are the stars. I try to imagine how he'd notice me and fall hopelessly in love with me and all that. Like, one of my favourites is that the bus breaks down one day in this remote place and there we are stranded together. He discovers that I was this really fascinating woman all along. Far more interesting than all those silly girls at school. But - I say that I can't bear to be just another notch on his belt. So Adam has to beg me to go out with him. Grovel almost. That's a pretty over-the-top version. -ooOOoo- WAAPA - Auditions: Female Monologues -ooOOoo-

21.01.2022 Voice Work Art and Science in Changing Voices Christina Shewell Voice Work: Art and Science in Changing Voices is a key work that addresses the theoretical and experiential aspects common to the practical vocal work of the three major voice practitioner professions - voice training, singing teaching, and speech and language pathology.... The first half of the book describes the nature of voice work along the normal-abnormal voice continuum, reviews ways in which the mechanism and function of the voice can be explored, and introduces the reader to an original model of voice assessment, suitable for all voice practitioners. The second half describes the theory behind core aspects of voice and provides an extensive range of related practical voice work ideas. Throughout the book, there are a number of case studies drawn from the author's own experiences and a companion website, providing audio clips to illustrate aspects of the text is available. CONTENTS Forewords Dawn French (professional voice user) Lesley Mathieson (speech and language therapist) Mark Meylan (singing teacher) Patsy Rodenburg (voice teacher) Part 1 Considering voice work 1 The voice work continuum 2 The nature of practical voice work Part 2 Investigating voices 3 Seeing voices 4 Hearing voices Part 3 The Voice Skills approach 5 Voice skills 6 The Voice Skills Perceptual Profile Part 4 Voice work foundations 7 Bodywork foundations 8 Breath work foundations 9 Channel work foundations 10 Phonation work foundations 11 Resonance work foundations 12 Pitch work foundations 13 Loudness work foundations 14 Articulation work foundations 15 Voices and emotions Part 5 Practical voice work 16 Practical voice care 17 General bodywork 18 Body voice exercises 19 Breath voice exercises 20 Channel voice exercises 21 Phonation voice exercises 22 Resonance voice exercises 23 Pitch voice exercises 24 Loudness voice exercises 25 Articulation voice exercises 26 Group voice exercises Part 6 Voice disturbance 27 The disordered voice 28 The daily working voice 29 The acting voice 30 The singing voice Appendix I Organisations and websites http://www.booknook.com.au//voice-work-art-and-science-in-

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19.01.2022 The Voice Exercise Book A Guide to Healthy and Effective Voice Use By Jeannette Nelson Fall in love with your voice. Get to know how it works. You will soon feel how good it is to sound like you.... In The Voice Exercise Book, Jeannette Nelson - Head of Voice at the National Theatre - shares the voice exercises she uses with many of Britain's leading actors to help to keep their voices in shape. Her belief is that all of us, not just actors, can learn to use our voices well. Whether you perform professionally or you just want to be understood clearly and easily, you can improve your voice by knowing how it works and by practising simple exercises. The aim is not to 'fake it' to try to sound like someone else. It is to find your authentic voice: to be honestly and clearly you in any situation. Also available: The Voice Exercise Book: The Warm-Ups (Audio CD), the ideal accompaniment to the book. Coming soon to Book Nook: http://www.booknook.com.au//speech-and/voice-exercise-book

18.01.2022 Monologue from INSIGNIFICANCE by Terry Johnson Actress... I think you’re quite pathetic. You ‘d do anything for a quiet life, anything for humanity so long as humanity demands nothing. All this altruistic bullshit and the truth is you don’t give a damn about your work, about science, about people or anything else that threatens to intrude on your safe, private little world. You give absolutely nothing. You don’t know what the word means. I have stripped myself naked my entire life, I have given until I’ve nothing that’s whole anymore. I know it probably adds up to fuck all but least I gave, every last thing. Yet you’re so afraid of any inconvenience you didn’t even object when he took away the most precious thing you ever had. You think it was yours to give away? Something that valuable isn’t yours, it’s everyone’s. It was ours and you let it be destroyed. Aren’t you ashamed? -ooOOoo- WAAPA - Auditions: Female Monologues -ooOOoo-

18.01.2022 An actor needs precise exercise and clear understanding to liberate their hidden possibilities and learn the hard task of being true to the instinct of the moment.

17.01.2022 Monologue from ROMEO AND JULIET ACT II SCENE 2 Juliet... Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion: therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered. -ooOOoo- WAAPA - Auditions: Female Monologues -ooOOoo-

15.01.2022 http://www.booknook.com.au/drama-and-thea/Acting-monologues In theatre, a monologue is a speech presented by a single character, most often to express their mental thoughts aloud, though sometimes also to directly address another character or the audience.

13.01.2022 Monologue from OTHER PEOPLE by Christopher Shinn Petra... Okay. Okay. I’m a freshman in college. A dorm, like a prison, falling apart, roaches, like rats in a lab we are, okay? May roommate is Dominican or something and one night she makes this big greasy pot of fish, in this very greasy yellow sauce, and she leaves it simmering on the stove. She goes out to meet her boyfriend. I go into the kitchen. I open the pot. Me. And it looks like sewage. A huge ridiculous this pot is. And I take out a spoon and think: I’ll try this. And I do. I take another bite. Another. And I know, I am rational being, I know she’s cooked this for her boyfriend, they’ll be back soon: the whole pot. All of it. And I run into the bathroom and I sit there I’m numb I put my hand into my mount, okay? And I’m covered there in fish covered I look a ghoul green, literally and I’m thinking: What? Because I know enough to know this is not normal or healthy in any way and I want to know: Why? Why would I have done this: Why do I feel this way? What in the world literally, what in the world in which I find myself living, what at this point in history, what could make a person feel this unbearable sadness and think these terrible thoughts? These thoughts: I will never be loved. I cannot live this world. You see? Because because my roommate is going to come home and say Where is the fish and the only answer is Petra ate it. Petra ate the fish. How can I go on? -ooOOoo- WAAPA - Auditions: Female Monologues -ooOOoo-

13.01.2022 Monologue from MEASURE FOR MEASURE Act II, Scene 4 Isabella... To whom should I complain? Did I tell this, Who would believe me? O perilous mouths, That bear in them one and the self-same tongue Either of condemnation or approof; Bidding the law make curtsey to their will, Hooking both right and wrong to th’ appetite, To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother: Though he hath fall’n by prompture of the blood, Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour, That had he twenty heads to tender down On twenty bloody blocks, he'd yield them up Before his sister should her body stoop To such abhorr'd pollution. Then, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die: More than our brother is our chastity. I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request, And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. -ooOOoo- WAAPA - Auditions: Female Monologues -ooOOoo-

12.01.2022 Monologue from HOLY DAY by Andrew Bovell Elizabeth... I was at the waterhole ... doing my washing. It’s not far from the house, a few minutes to walk, no more. I was in a hurry because I had left the child sleeping .... And besides, it was getting late, the light had already begun to fade. I heard something and looked up. It was my husband approaching. He said that he had heard the child crying. So I gathered my things and started back. I found myself hurrying, almost running, because I could feel it, Mr Wakefield, I could feel that something was wrong. It could have just been the storm. I could hear the thunder coming, but when I got back to the house there was nothing, no child crying, just silence. I went inside. It was dark. I reached out as any mother would, to feel for her warmth .... Surely my senses played a cruel trick, for I could feel nothing there. I lit a candle but even by the light my eyes refused the truth. The crib was empty. The child taken ... I’m telling you she had fallen asleep at my breast and I had wrapped her in my shawl, for the nights are cold out here, and I had put her in the crib and now she was gone. Can you understand the hell of that moment, Mr Wakefield? Can any of you imagine it ...? I ran outside for my husband and saw the church burning. God help me ... what was going on? I saw him running for the church. He had seen the flames and I screamed to him that the child was gone. He took his gun and told me to wait at the house until he returned. And I waited and watched our church turn to ash until I could wait no longer. -ooOOoo- WAAPA - Auditions: Female Monologues -ooOOoo-

09.01.2022 Monologue from GODCHILD by Deborah Bruce Lou... No. What the fuck is this? You’re the one with secret chats on Facebook, and the cosy little reunions with your stupid, promiscuous ex. Okay, you want the details. Okay then. I feel stuck. I feel anxious all the time. I feel panicked when I see you, I’m not pleased to hear your voice, when I pick up an answer-machine message from you my heart feels flat and hard. You irritate me, the slightest thing, the way you do that circular movement with your hand when you describe feelings, makes me, I feel repulsed actually, I know that sounds extreme, but it is repulsion. I don’t want this. I don’t recognize myself any more. I am floating in between feelings I used to have, and feelings I am prevented from having by being with you. I am dead with you. Just the thought of being beyond this makes me feel lighter. Please. Let me end this, I am suspended here, wanting to drop back into my life, and. Being. Prevented. Andy! I’m finishing with you, okay? People break up all the time! They need different things. They realize, I have realized. I have realized I absolutely, don’t want this relationship. With you. Now. Y’know, I thought I did. I did in fact. But now I don’t. -ooOOoo- WAAPA - Auditions: Female Monologues -ooOOoo-

04.01.2022 Monologue from RICHARD III Act I, Scene 2 Lady Anne... Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble us not; For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell, Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims, If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Behold this pattern of thy butcheries. O, gentlemen! See, see dead Henry's wounds Open their congeal'd mouths and bleed afresh. Blush, Blush, thou lump of foul deformity, For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells: Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural Provokes this deluge most unnatural. O God! which this blood mad’st, revenge his death; O earth! which this blood drink'st revenge his death; Either heav’n with lightning strike the murderer dead, Or earth, gape open wide and eat him quick, As thou dost swallow up this good King's blood Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered! -ooOOoo- WAAPA - Auditions: Female Monologues -ooOOoo-

03.01.2022 Monologue from HAMLET ACT III, SCENE 1 Ophelia... O, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown ! The courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’s, eye, tongue, sword Th’ expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, Th’ observ’d of all observers, quite, quite down ! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck’d the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason Like sweet bells jangled out of time and harsh, That unmatch’d form and feature of blown youth Blasted with ecstasy. O woe is me ’ have seen what I have seen, see what I see ! -ooOOoo- WAAPA - Auditions: Female Monologues -ooOOoo-

02.01.2022 Monologue from The 7 STAGES OF GRIEVING by Wesley Enoch and Deborah Mailman Murri Woman... You know when you wake up one morning and you’re black? Happened to me this morning. I was in the bathroom, looking in the mirror, Hey, nice hair, beautiful black skin, white shiny teeth ... I’m BLACK! You get a lot of attention, special treatment when you’re black. I’m in this expensive shop and the shop assistants are all looking at me. Keep an eye on the black one ... OK, so I went to try on a dress and the shop assistant escorts me to the ‘special’ dressing room, the one equipped with video cameras, warning to shop lifters, a security guard, fucken sniffer dog ... ‘Get out of it’. Just so I don’t put anything I shouldn’t on my nice dress, nice hair, beautiful black skin and white shiny teeth ... Now I’m in this crowded elevator, bathed in perfume, in my nice dress, nice hair, beautiful black skin and white shiny teeth ... ‘Hey which way. [The Woman sniffs the air.] Someone boodgi and they all look at me! Ah, knock off. Now I go to my deadly Datsun, looking pretty deadly myself, which way, lock my keys in the car. Eh but this Murri too good, she got a coat hanger in her bag! Fiddling around for a good, ooh five seconds and started hearing sirens, look around, policeman on bikes, policeman in cars, policeman jumping out of helicopters and that same fucken sniffer dog. Get out of it. IT’S MY CAR!! Finally get home, and I’m still looking deadly in my nice dress, nice hair, beautiful black skin and white shiny teeth. Aunty comes in, Eh Sisgirl, you bought a new dress, too bad it makes you look fat. I go to bed thinking Tomorrow will be a better day, snuggling up to my doona and pillow. Morning comes; I wake up, I go into look in the mirror. Hey, nice hair, beautiful black skin, white shiny teeth. I’M STILL BLACK! AND DEADLY! -ooOOoo- WAAPA - Auditions: Female Monologues -ooOOoo-

02.01.2022 Monologue from TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA Act IV Scene 4 Julia... How many women would do such a message? Alas, poor Proteus, thou hast entertain'd A fox, to be the shepherd of thy lambs. Alas, poor fool! why do I pity him That with his very heart despiseth me? Because he loves her, he despiseth me, Because I love him, I must pity him. This ring I gave him, when he parted from me, To bind him to remember my good will; And now am I (unhappy messenger) To plead for that which I would not obtain; To carry that which I would have refus’d; To praise his faith which I would have disprais’d. I am my master's true-confirmed love, But cannot be true servant to my master, Unless I prove false traitor to myself. Yet will I woo for him, but yet so coldly As (heaven it knows) I would not have him speed. -ooOOoo- WAAPA - Auditions: Female Monologues -ooOOoo-