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Grand Ole Funeral
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Grand Ole Funeral is a short film about the loving relationship between an uncle, who has passed away, and his niece. Looking for an African-American woman who can sound like a 5 year-old African-American girl. Actors should read the narration of the script (which is included), and NOT the dialogue. Those actors who audtioned for the role of a 12 year-old girl are greatly encouraged to resubmit and read the narration.
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Voice123 SmartCast is seeking 50 auditions and/or proposals for this project (approx.) Invitations sent by SmartCast have resulted in 0 audition(s) and/or proposal(s) so far.
Thank you Sep 13, 2007 17:35:21 (GMT -06:00) Central Time (US & Canada) Sep 30, 2007 20:00:00 (GMT -06:00) Central Time (US & Canada) Yes (click here to learn more about
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Closed
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0 direct invitation(s) have been sent by the voice seeker resulting in 0 audition(s) and/or proposal(s) so far.
Voice123 SmartCast is seeking 50 auditions and/or proposals for this project (approx.) Invitations sent by SmartCast have resulted in 0 audition(s) and/or proposal(s) so far.
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< Full script for pricing reference >
INT. funeral home - day
UNCLE ALFRED is peacefully lying in his casket, he has a gentle smile on his face.
Narrator
Uncle Alfred's smile could light up a room, and I can still see the stern look he'd give when he wanted you to straighten up and fly right and the loving hug that would comfort you at times such as these. But never more... A seemingly short-lived life, cut off by the impatience of a man behind an eighteen wheeler.
The sound of an 18-wheeler's horn.
CUT TO: Black
FADE TO:
INT. FUNERAL HOME - DAY
The purple cloth draped over the podium ripples as ALFRED'S DAUGHTER walks past and takes the microphone.
NARRATOR
There was a spirit of heaviness that filled the room as his youngest daughter stepped up to the microphone to sing.
Alfred's Daughter
(Singing)
Why should I feel discouraged? And why do the shadows come?
Sounds of the crying family and friends gradually swells.
NARRATOR
This began a domino effect of tears starting with her mother. Next her siblings broke the silence with their pain filled sobs. There was not a dry eye in the house as she stumbled through each bitter sweet line.
ALFRED'S DAUGHTER
(Singing)
And why should my heart feel lonely? And long for my heavenly home? When Jesus is my portion, A constant friend is he.
The entire crowd rises to its' feet and shouts through their tears ("Go ahead baby, you can do it!" "Let the Lord use you!" etc.) in support of her tremendously strong effort to finish the song.
ALFRED'S DAUGHTER (CONT'D)
(Singing)
His eye is on the sparrowÉ And I know, and I know, and I know the Lord watches me.
As the song came to a close the resounding sound of "Amen, Amen, Amen" filled the room. Alfred's Daughter Smiles.
NARRATOR
She smiled through her tears because she knew, that this is the atmosphere her father would have wanted. Although the enchanting words of the song broke up the silence and brought forth a relief of tears there was something missing...
The crowd sits back down, some hugging. Most crying.
NARRATOR (CONT'D)
Uncle Alfred was one of the funniest men I knew. He wouldn't want us to grieve for him, he would want us to laugh. Why? Because he's gone to a better place, and he always said, "Laughter is good for the soul and a song can lighten up a heavy situation." The preacher asked the crowd to silently read the obituary and you could feel the heaviness attempting to creep back in the room.
CARESS begins to wiggle in his seat to a beat in his head until he can't seem to control it. He busts out singing.
Caress
(Singing)
The Wild Wild West, dunn. The Wild Wild West, dunn. The Wild Wild West, dunn.
NARRATOR
It was as if Uncle Alfred had stepped in the room himself as my 3 year old cousin Caress.
The entire family began laughing uncontrollably.
NARRATOR (CONT'D)
You see the "Wild Wild West" was Uncle Alfred's favorite song by the only rapper he knew of, Kool Moe Dee. I guess Caress was in tune with Uncle Alfred's famous saying... < Sample for audition purposes>
INT. funeral home - day
UNCLE ALFRED is peacefully lying in his casket, he has a gentle smile on his face.
Narrator
Uncle Alfred's smile could light up a room, and I can still see the stern look he'd give when he wanted you to straighten up and fly right and the loving hug that would comfort you at times such as these. But never more... A seemingly short-lived life, cut off by the impatience of a man behind an eighteen wheeler.
The sound of an 18-wheeler's horn.
CUT TO: Black
FADE TO:
INT. FUNERAL HOME - DAY
The purple cloth draped over the podium ripples as ALFRED'S DAUGHTER walks past and takes the microphone.
NARRATOR
There was a spirit of heaviness that filled the room as his youngest daughter stepped up to the microphone to sing.
Alfred's Daughter
(Singing)
Why should I feel discouraged? And why do the shadows come?
Sounds of the crying family and friends gradually swells.
NARRATOR
This began a domino effect of tears starting with her mother. Next her siblings broke the silence with their pain filled sobs. There was not a dry eye in the house as she stumbled through each bitter sweet line.
....................
...............................................
INT. funeral home - day
UNCLE ALFRED is peacefully lying in his casket, he has a gentle smile on his face.
Narrator
Uncle Alfred's smile could light up a room, and I can still see the stern look he'd give when he wanted you to straighten up and fly right and the loving hug that would comfort you at times such as these. But never more... A seemingly short-lived life, cut off by the impatience of a man behind an eighteen wheeler.
The sound of an 18-wheeler's horn.
CUT TO: Black
FADE TO:
INT. FUNERAL HOME - DAY
The purple cloth draped over the podium ripples as ALFRED'S DAUGHTER walks past and takes the microphone.
NARRATOR
There was a spirit of heaviness that filled the room as his youngest daughter stepped up to the microphone to sing.
Alfred's Daughter
(Singing)
Why should I feel discouraged? And why do the shadows come?
Sounds of the crying family and friends gradually swells.
NARRATOR
This began a domino effect of tears starting with her mother. Next her siblings broke the silence with their pain filled sobs. There was not a dry eye in the house as she stumbled through each bitter sweet line.
ALFRED'S DAUGHTER
(Singing)
And why should my heart feel lonely? And long for my heavenly home? When Jesus is my portion, A constant friend is he.
The entire crowd rises to its' feet and shouts through their tears ("Go ahead baby, you can do it!" "Let the Lord use you!" etc.) in support of her tremendously strong effort to finish the song.
ALFRED'S DAUGHTER (CONT'D)
(Singing)
His eye is on the sparrowÉ And I know, and I know, and I know the Lord watches me.
As the song came to a close the resounding sound of "Amen, Amen, Amen" filled the room. Alfred's Daughter Smiles.
NARRATOR
She smiled through her tears because she knew, that this is the atmosphere her father would have wanted. Although the enchanting words of the song broke up the silence and brought forth a relief of tears there was something missing...
The crowd sits back down, some hugging. Most crying.
NARRATOR (CONT'D)
Uncle Alfred was one of the funniest men I knew. He wouldn't want us to grieve for him, he would want us to laugh. Why? Because he's gone to a better place, and he always said, "Laughter is good for the soul and a song can lighten up a heavy situation." The preacher asked the crowd to silently read the obituary and you could feel the heaviness attempting to creep back in the room.
CARESS begins to wiggle in his seat to a beat in his head until he can't seem to control it. He busts out singing.
Caress
(Singing)
The Wild Wild West, dunn. The Wild Wild West, dunn. The Wild Wild West, dunn.
NARRATOR
It was as if Uncle Alfred had stepped in the room himself as my 3 year old cousin Caress.
The entire family began laughing uncontrollably.
NARRATOR (CONT'D)
You see the "Wild Wild West" was Uncle Alfred's favorite song by the only rapper he knew of, Kool Moe Dee. I guess Caress was in tune with Uncle Alfred's famous saying... < Sample for audition purposes>
INT. funeral home - day
UNCLE ALFRED is peacefully lying in his casket, he has a gentle smile on his face.
Narrator
Uncle Alfred's smile could light up a room, and I can still see the stern look he'd give when he wanted you to straighten up and fly right and the loving hug that would comfort you at times such as these. But never more... A seemingly short-lived life, cut off by the impatience of a man behind an eighteen wheeler.
The sound of an 18-wheeler's horn.
CUT TO: Black
FADE TO:
INT. FUNERAL HOME - DAY
The purple cloth draped over the podium ripples as ALFRED'S DAUGHTER walks past and takes the microphone.
NARRATOR
There was a spirit of heaviness that filled the room as his youngest daughter stepped up to the microphone to sing.
Alfred's Daughter
(Singing)
Why should I feel discouraged? And why do the shadows come?
Sounds of the crying family and friends gradually swells.
NARRATOR
This began a domino effect of tears starting with her mother. Next her siblings broke the silence with their pain filled sobs. There was not a dry eye in the house as she stumbled through each bitter sweet line.
....................
...............................................
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