Savannah Betts

Bespoke Writing Service

Tired of searching for that perfect monologue or scene for your next audition?

Well look no further!
I offer affordable bespoke contemporary
 writing services to create the perfect piece for your next AUDITION or SHOWREELTailor your own scene with your ideas to create a character you've always wanted to play. Or if you're not entirely sure what you want? No problem. Together we can work toward showcasing your talent in a unique way.

Contact:

SavannahBetts@gmail.com

Please include:
-Monologue or Duologue ( See prices below)

-Genre (Drama, Comedy, etc)

-Ideas or notes (if any)
-Age Range

-Gender

Contemporary Monologue

(1-2 Minutes)

£5

Contemporary Duologue

(3 Minutes)

£5

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If you would like a refund for the service you have acquired, you will need to do so within 24 hours of purchase.  If a first draft is sent out to you within these 24 hours, the refund will not be issued to compensate for all the hard work that has already gone into creating the perfect text for you.

FREE Samples

Backwards

By Savannah Betts

INT. INTERROGATION ROOM. DAY.

AARA is sitting in a chair whilst being interrogated. With no new leads in the investigation they have just been desperately yelling at her, demanding she give them something, anything. Aara is playing mind games with the detectives on this case, and enjoying every minute of it. She is calm and collected.
 

AARA:

Please, don’t upset yourself on my account, detective. I do hate to be the source of such distress. What exactly is it that you think I am not sharing with you? I have offered all my knowledge to you freely. Yet, you’re suggesting something else entirely, isn’t that right? That because I am sitting on this side of the table my brain must be wired differently? That I must have some secret insight into thoughts so unfathomable to someone such as yourself. (Beat) But we’re not that different from one another, are we? I can tell from the shaking in your voice, the sweat on your brow, and your clenched fists that you would love nothing more right now than to hurt me. I can see it in your eyes. You’ve lost control before, haven’t you? And it terrified you. Because you enjoyed it. Oh detective, detective, detective. What a tragic irony. Don’t you see? Despite the predicament I currently find myself in, I am free in a way you will never be. I invite the chaos, detective, I celebrate it. I am exactly where I want to be. You, on the other hand… You already have the answer to the question you’re asking of me, don’t you? The real question you need to ask yourself, detective, is are you where you want to be?

Baby Talk

By Savannah Betts

 

INT - TAMSIN’S BATHROOM. NIGHT.

TAMSIN, newly pregnant, walks into the bathroom slowly. She stands in front of the mirror, nervously looking at herself, before resting her hand on her belly. She tries turning sideways to see if she’s showing yet. Unconvinced she faces the mirror head on again, sighs deeply, and starts to softly speak to her belly. She is embarrassed but also tender, and endearing.

 

Tamsin:

Um, hi there? This feels stupid, but… apparently it’s good for you if i talk to you. I don’t know what to say, so I’ll just introduce myself? I’m Tamsin. Hey. I’m going to be your mum. Crazy, right? Me. With a baby. Holy shit. Oh, but don’t worry. It’s going to be great. I promise. I think you’re the size of a coffee bean right now? They give us these charts that tell us at how many weeks what size you are. It’s mostly measured by food items, which is actually helpful because I’m more of a visual person. But it also feels a bit...rude? Cause you’re a person. Or you will be, if everything goes right. Which it will. Definitely. I’m babbling, sorry. I’m a little nervous.(beat) To be honest...I’m terrified. There I said it. I am absolutely shitting bricks. And I know it’s okay and I will learn, but I promise besides my lousy cooking that I am really fun, and tell brilliant-

 

There is a loud knock on the bathroom door. 

 

Tamsin (Cont’d)

I’ll be out in a minute. (to her belly) I have to go. But um, yeah… this is me. Welcome to our family. I hope you like me...Yay. Tamsin signing off?

 

Tamsin awkwardly salutes her baby, before anxiously flushing the toilet behind her, before letting the water run on the tap for a few seconds. She wipes her hands on her side, composes herself, and exits.

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