Cyrano- Audition (Patreon)

So I recorded this a bit back and loved it but was asked about two days ago to get a " Classic yet contemporary" audition to a company. This is the declaration of love, from Martin Crimp Adaptation of Cyrano De Bergerac. Let me know which one you like.

I love you Roxanne

Roxanne : I know. You said that before. But I’m a woman. I’m a woman. I Want more.

I can do that.

But Believe me

This is not an act

And I am about to say things I cannot retract.

Roxanne: Oh What Things ?

Well, In no Particular Order…

I love you,

I need you,

I want you,

I go to sleep thinking about you and wake up with your voice winding through my head,

I look at you and I can't focus,

the whole world shimmers,

I'm ashamed,

I'm angry,

I'm in love,

I'm mad,

I'm happy,

I'm dead,

I'm alive,

I'm stupid,

I'm tongue-tied,

I'm writing you letters,

I'm tearing them up,

I'm writing you letters again,

I'm idealising you,

I'm humiliating you,

I'm undressing you,

I'm looking into your eyes,

I'm kissing your eyes,

I'm pressing you against a wall, you're pushing back, you’re pushing back, your body wants mine, you kiss my mouth, you bite my lip, you draw blood, you're on fire, you're on fire, your eyes are flame, your hair is flame, the whole world shimmers and I burn and I burn with love -- the whole world shimmers - and the night - and the sky - and your voice shimmers - I've no wit, I've no mind, I've no brake, I've no self-control, I've no shame, I've no authority over myself, I can wait hours for just one glimpse of you then not speak to you at all, how can I speak, how can I speak to you, I can't speak, I can't stop speaking, I can't stop looking, I can't look, I make you an object, I desire you, I write to you, I write for you, I tear up everything I have ever written for you or about you, I burn myself alive for you, I worship you, I strip you, I clothe you, I do up the tiniest buttons at your sleeve, I embrace your wrist, I embrace your neck, I kiss the back of your neck, I embrace your wrist, I'm speechless, speechless, all I can say is I want - I want - I want - there is no poetry - there is no structure that can make any sense of this - only I want - I want - I want - I want you, Roxanne.