Looking at my other talents.

Acting...
with acting I need a way of projecting what I'm doing not just going to acting classes and learning about it which although is part of what I'm trying to achieve; a wide range of talents what I really want is views, and to be the centre of attention as this is what I want to do testing my confidence.

So instead I have decided that I will perform monologues on camera and post them on youtube and see if I can get a good amount of views and comments.

Here are some I have been looking at;
(drama pieces)
Emily Webb
Our Town


I don't like the whole change that's come over you in the last year. I'm sorry if that hurts your feelings, but I've got to- tell the truth and shame the devil. Up to a year ago I used to like you a lot. And I used to watch you as you did everything? because we'd been friends so long? and then you began spending all your time at baseball? and you never stopped to speak to anybody any more. Not even to your own family you didn't? and, George, it's a fact, you've got awful concieted and stuck up, and all the girls say so. They may not say so to your face, but that's what they say about you behind your back, and it hurts me to hear them say it, but I've got to agree with them a little. I'm sorry if it hurts your feelings? but I cant be sorry I said it.

Angie

Patter for the Floating Lady

Oh yes, I loved you. So many things. Safety, words exchanged, letters. I would cough and the phone would ring and it would be you, asking if I was all right. You could imitate me and make me laugh. You would buy me a little thing. When I made Spaghetti for you, you were so grateful, Pavarotti himself couldn’t have made better Spaghetti. We were at a restaurant and a woman came up to you, flirting and right there in front of her, you laced your fingers between mine, showing her who you loved.

But the most powerful was the tennis shoe. My God, I cried. After our week in the tropics- where we collapsed, ended- a month later, not having spoken, you sent me a tennis shoe. I looked at it for days, not knowing why you sent it. Then one morning, barefoot, not knowing why, I slipped my foot into it. Sand. Grains of sand still in it from seven thousand miles away; each one the size of a memory. I will love you forever for that second. I cried. I cried for us. But when we fell apart, you didn’t understand that I would be back. That if you let me have my life, I would be with you forever. But everything you said and did, every touch at night in bed, every kindness, every loving comment had this sentence attached: maybe now she’ll love me. And it made you weak. And if I’m not going to love someone strong, why love at all?

I have also felt that I don't want to limit myself to my boxy room I want to recreate a scene and dress up as my character so as to not make my videos too boring.