Once Upon A Time, Exercises of Voice

Download Once Upon A Time and more Exercises Voice in PDF only on Docsity! The next day, the Queen had auditions to see who would be her next beautician. I definitely was going to audition. I wasn't surprised to see all of the people there. There were mostly females, but I saw a few males here and there. After waiting for literally seven hours, I was next. " it's show time," I thought in my head. For I knew I had to impress her to get .this job. "Miss, a---," The Queen's royal announcer was fumbling through papers to find my name. "Ah, yes, Miss Evie Queen, please choose one of these beauty objects on the table and demonstrate what to do on this here mannequin." he said sounding very bored. "Yes, sir," I said in sort of a whisper. I didn't know which one to choose. There must have been hundreds of beauty supplies for me to choose from. I finally decided what to pick after I scanned the supplies. I grabbed the most beautiful lipstick "\, .. -- .... _- ,, I had ever seen. It was so red it almost looked like blood. I applied it to the mannequin very carefully knowing that if I make one little mistake, I was out. Once I was done the Queen starred at me with a curious expression on her face. Then finally she spoke. I have never heard the Queen speak but I was surprised when she did. "Miss Queen, why did you pick that lipstick?" she said with her very, calm and curious voice. "I don't know, I guess it stood out to me the most," I said hoping that was the explanation she was looking for. "Thank you, you may go," she said with a smile . I couldn't tell if she was smiling because she liked me, or if she was smiling because she had one less person to interview. I was so disappointed. I thought she would choose me right away. Maybe I wasn't fit for this particular job. The crier took me to the castle faster than I could have flown. I immediately got to work. The Queen came in to see what I was working on. Honestly, I wasn't really working on anything, I was just pretending. I mean I didn't know what to do. If you were to see this room, you wouldn't believe your eyes. I think she has more beauty products that all of the stores in our village. "Evie, do my hair," the Queen demanded. Even though she didn't say please, I didn't take it personally. I probably would do the same if I had servants waiting on me hand and foot. "Yes your grace," I replied quietly. '"Do speak up, I can hardly hear you," she exclaimed. "Yes your grace," I said a little louder. I started on her medium length black hair. It was the smoothest thing I've ever touched in my entire life! I couldn't "Oh, I'm so sorry. My deepest respects, Evie," she said with compassion. The Queen isn't actually a brat like I thought she would be. She is actually quite nice. "Do go on," she demanded again. "Where was I? Oh yes, my grandma was a Queen, actually. I never really met her, but I've heard magnificent stories. "Well how fascinating? That is really something special," "Yeah, I guess it is," I said realizing it actually was something pretty cool about my past. "What about you, my Queen? Would you mind sharing any interesting stories about your past?" "Well, my parents were just the King and Queen," she said acting like that wasn't a big deal. "My grandma was actually a Queen too. But, she has a very interesting story," ihe “ ah "Do tell me what it is, your grace," I asked hoping I ' wouldn't get thrown in the dungeon for asking her such a personal question. "Okay ify~u really must know. My grandma's name was Snow White. She was such a beautiful girl. With her ruby red lips, and her pale, snow skin. She was a princess. Her mother was Queen but past away along with her father. She was left with her evil stepmother. Her evil stepmother wanted Snow White killed because she wanted to be the most beautiful and fairest one of all. The Evil Queen sent her huntsman to kill her in the woods. He couldn't do it of course, because the huntsman was a very good man. He told her to run away as fast as she could as far away from the Queen as possible. She ran far, far, far away until she found a little cottage. She went inside to see if she could take shelter there for the night. She didn't find anyone there, so she thought it was a nice place to sleep. After cleaning home. The Evil Queen knocked on the door and told Snow White that she picked this apple especially for the most beautiful girl in the land. Snow White was flattered and took a big bite. She dies of course. The dwarfs put her in a glass coffin and decorated it beautifully. A prince came by three days later, and kissed her. She arose from the dead, and they lived happily ever after." "Wait, hold up your majesty. What was the Evil Queen's real name?" "Gritnhilde I believe," she said trying to remember. I was trying to decide whether or not to tell the Queen, the one with all of the power, the one person who can kill me with a snap of her fingers, that the "Evil Queen" was tny grandmother. My hero, my role model, my grandma was the "Evil Queen". I knew what I had to do. I had to do the right thing. "Your majesty, there's something I need to tell you," I 'I . "How dare I? How dare I? You're the one going around telling everyone my grandmother was an Evil Queen!'' I screa~ed again. "Oh, I see now. YOUR BLOOD-THIRSTY GRANDMOTI-IER TRIED TO KILL MY PERFECT I GRANDMOTHER! GUARDS SEIZE HER!" she said way louder than I did. "No please, I'm sorry can we just sort this out. I just want you to know my side of the story. The reason she did that. I know that she tried to poison Snow White and that was awful, but please hear me out," I begged "Fine. Very well," she said. With a wave of her hand the guards were gone like that. "Thank you, your grace. I know what my grandmother did was wrong," I said apologetically. She looked at me and it seemed like she was staring into my soul. "Okay, it was very wrong, but I think I know why she did it. "Okay, tell me what you think," she said understandingly. "Thank you. My grandmother, Grimhilde, was mistreated when she was a child. Her parents never loved her. They never paid any attention to _her, so when she got older, she wanted someone to notice her. She married the King, but still wanted more attention. Everyone loved Snow White. They all were in love with Snow White and how pure she was. She wanted that too. The only way to get it was to kill her she thought. So she made a mistake of killing Snow White. But I know, deep, deep down, she felt horrible for doing it." I explained. "Oh tny goodness, thank you for sharing that with me. GUARDS SEIZE HER!" she yelled. ' "' - I ., ,. • , • • • ·' , ~ ... • " • 4, -• ' • '1 ' ..... 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I am obsessed with anything Disney. Disney movies to Disneyland, I love it all. One of my favorite stories is Snow White. It inspire ' me to write my very own fractured fairytale on it. That's Once upon a time, there were two girls named Evie Queen and Sophia the Queen. - They learn about each other's past and are surprised by the truth. Will they become friends or enemies? Will they live happily ever after?