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I write stories of all forms, I voice act and narrate, and I've got a mean British accent. See some samples below!
This scene means a lot to me because of the way it came to be. This was for my class in college that built my demo reel, and we had to find as many scenes as we could that we thought matched our type. We would record our own versions of each scene professionally, then add them to our reels as placeholders until we got more actual jobs.
This was a challenging scene for me. It was really my scene partner’s scene, and she needed a man to play the other character. I volunteered because I liked the writing and I thought it would be a good thing to add to my reel. I knew I was going to do a lot of comedic scenes, so adding a drama felt like a smart move.
This scene was for the both of our demo reels, so naturally it couldn’t be word for word the same as in the original work. That was my job. I had to edit dialogue to better suit our visual types, and shift the scene’s point a little. Once we got shooting there were even more challenges afoot. We had to shoot the scene in a classroom, but we had to make it look like a doctor’s office. Secondly, I had to look through the files I was handed, but make sure that each page was in the same spot every time for continuities sake. I look back on this scene fondly, for the challenges in filming that I don’t think were noticed in the final product. I think my scene partner did great work as well.
“Thanks, Lydia. Ok last on the docket, we need an update from accounting. Something about an audit?”
“Yes, about that…” Timothy began, his mood dropping into a more frightful position. “The IRS guys said they noticed some money had just kind of…gone missing?”
“Amen.” He desperately muttered. Gary didn’t believe in God. He did when he was younger, but not anymore. Chalked it all up to the same childhood ignorance that makes you believe all adults are right and girls are icky. On this occasion however, Gary would take what he could get. It had been a fortnight since he had been thrown in this dump and he was still no closer to getting out than when he began. He knew his promises were getting emptier by the day and once that ran thin, he would have to rely on basic morality and human decency to keep himself alive. The very thought caused bitter laughter to come kicking it’s way-out Gary’s mouth. Humans weren’t decent. Not anywhere, but especially not here. This place was the pinacol of all depravity and sin. This place was where every unjust waste of skin to ever blight the earth was thrown. This place was Hell, this place was evil, and it’s where Gary was going to spend the rest of his life.
The Murcielago drifted down the dirt road at thirty-five miles an hour. A typical speed for a pedestrian thoroughfare but looked aghast when it tossed up such piles of earth. The front half of the vehicle pulled just barely ahead of the plumes of dirt being sprayed by the sports car’s tires, bumping and hopping as the uneven road tossed beneath him. It had been a dry autumn, receding the foliage and rendering the path a coarse, red sand. He had never been to Kansas before, only flown over it on his many trips to the west coast. And while it was a beautiful state, filled with enough open land to satisfy even the most vapid landscape painter, Bruce Wayne could feel no comfort here.
Luke has been coming up with stories and bringing them to life his entire life. From stories in the backyard, to professional sets Luke makes stories happen however he can.
"Everything's impossible until somebody does it."
— Batman -Luke