Production: Mad Science Institute
Production Size: Independent
Project Length: Audio Book ~ 5 finished hours
Project Format: Digital Audio
Posted On: 6/24/2015
Production Location: Everett, WA
Production Company: Siege Tower Entertainment
Auditioning Online Only
Compensation: $400 flat fee.
Sophia “Soap” Lazarcheck is a girl genius with a knack for making robots-and for making robots explode. After her talents earn her admission into a secretive university institute, she is swiftly drawn into a conspiracy more than a century in the making.
Sophia “Soap” Lazarcheck (Female, Young, Any Ethnicity)
Soap serves as the narrator for half of the novel. She’s highly intelligent, quite nerdy, and has a distinct tendency to be oblivious to innuendo and the mechanics of social interaction. Although she’s only 16, she has just enrolled in college and for the first time in her life feels like she belongs to something. When her new school is threatened, she must defend her new home and new friends.
Supporting characters (Various genders, ages, and ethnicities, Young, Any Ethnicity)
Other character voices must be distinctive enough not to be confused with Soap or with each other.
Record a reading of the attached novel excerpts, save file as YourName_MadScience as the file name. Please save audio files in mp3 or wav format. For example: JaneDoe_MadScience.mp3
Must have access to own recording equipment.
My experiment exploded. Again.
Now I’m thirty feet above a concrete sidewalk, dangling from the railing of a gigantic, burning doomsday machine designed to bring civilization as we know it to a sudden and very messy end. Oh, and BTW: my fingers are slipping.
My name’s Sophia, but people call me “Soap.” They also call me a mad scientist, which I hate. Everyone knows mad scientists are old men in white coats who build monsters and death-rays and stuff and then laugh like maniacs while trying to conquer the world. I’m a sixteen-year-old girl, and whoever heard of a girl being a mad scientist? Besides, I don’t mean to keep blowing things up. For me, explosions are just a bad habit, like talking with your mouth full or chronic butt-dialing. The only difference is that my bad habit causes widespread property damage.
So how did I end up here? It sort of started when one of my gizmos accidentally caused a couple dozen cell phones to explode while they were still in people’s pockets. On the up-side, that experiment got me a college scholarship. On the down-side, it set off a chain of events that included chasing a lizard monster through a radioactive basement and being kidnapped by a motorcycle gang. And now I’m stuck between burning alive and falling to my death.
To be fair, half of the story belongs to my cousin, Dean. For him, it started 16 days ago, when the woman he loved showed up out of nowhere. This was the same woman who offered me admission to the college, so it’s probably fair to start the story with them.
Victor led me back to a table by the far wall, near the stairs that went up to the study area. Nikki was sitting there as pretty as always in a pink sweater. She always wears pink, probably because it goes so well with her chocolate-colored skin tone. Even her lab coat is gumball-pink, and on the back it says “Better to be Feared than Loved” with big skull-and-crossbones symbol to represent poison (not pirates) because she’s a chemist. A skull-and-crossbones is kind of a funny thing to see embroidered in shades of pink, but Nikki says it’s important for a lady to be pretty when it suits her needs and dangerous when it doesn’t. She says it in her nice southern accent which always makes her sound as sugary as sweet tea, even when she’s cussing someone out.
“Soap, darlin’,” she said as I sat down. “You look miffed. What’s on your mind, sugar?”
I like it when she calls me nice names, because it’s a sign of affection that even I can’t miss. This time, however, it didn’t cheer me up.
“That stupid zombie tag game!” I just about yelled. “They tagged me with sock balls. Sock balls! I never want to play again.” I slurped up another cheese-covered chip and thought about it. “On the other hand, if we can eliminate that one last human player, we’ll get to start a new round right in time for Halloween, and this time I could be prepared for the sock balls…”
Nikki cleared her throat, which I’ve learned is a polite way of saying “shut up,” so I listened.
“I called y’all here to talk about the future of the Institute. Particularly the new students.”
“What do you want us to do?” Victor said to Nikki. “The newbies are smart. They’ll figure things out. Meanwhile, I’ve got research to do.”
“That’s not a very welcomin’ attitude, Victor,” she said. “Besides, I happen to know that the president of the university wants to shut us down if we don’t fill up our student roster. What’s more, he told campus security to keep an eye on us—all’a us, new and old.”
“Wait a minute,” Victor said. “How do you know what he said to campus security?”
“A lady never reveals her sources,” she smiled mysteriously. “The important thing is that we’ve gotta be kind to our new students. Make sure they stick around and stay out of trouble. You know: take them under our wings.”
Victor drummed his fingers on the table. “Are you sure you’re not just trying to become queen bee by organizing everyone around you?”