Hey talented friends! We're excited to invite you to a super fun, community building opportunity to create character voices & be entered to win an animation voice-over demo from Eartoons!
Here's how it works - starting December 12th you'll have twelve days to record & share an instagram video of yourself performing an excerpt from Act 2 Scene 7 of Shakespeare's As You Like It. This excerpt (which is below) offers a fun opportunity to create 8 different character voices as you make your way through life's "seven ages" referenced by Jaque's famous monologue. Once you record your monologue upload it to Instagram & be sure to tag @eartoonsdemos & send a quick email with your linked video to firstname.lastname@example.org
Click here for an example demonstrating what your video submission could look like (except it would be your face & not mine.....obviously). You can post one long video or a series of videos, one for each voice. Totally your call!
On December 24th at 9pm EST via IGTV on the Eartoons instagram we will raffle off an animation voiceover demo to one lucky good girl or boy. By the way, participation in this giveaway will automatically put your name on Santa's Nice list.
Script is below!
Here is a quick recap:
Record yourself performing the Shakepeare script below, using a different voice for each of the eight ages. Click here for an example.
Email email@example.com with a link to your post
Join us live via IGTV on Dec 24th at 9pm EST as we draw a name & announce the winner!
Act 2 Scene 7 of As You Like It:
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
and whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.