for PTAC's

Audio Drama Series

Please use this form to submit an audition.


(Click here to view Audition Notice in Google Docs)


We are looking to include new voice actors in 

PTAC’s Audio Drama Series!


Please use this form to submit an audition. Please note that this is not an audition for a specific project and there is no deadline to submit. Submissions will be accepted on an ongoing and rolling basis and we will contact you if we have a project that we would like to have you perform in! Voice actors, directors, and sound editors are strictly volunteers at this time. 


If you are interested but have never done voice acting or any acting, please submit a recording! We are open to working with all levels of experience!


For your audition, here are some helpful notes for recording your audition! MP3 and WAV files preferred. Typically an external microphone will give you the best results. In the event that the audio quality of your recording disqualifies you from participating, we will notify you and you can submit an alternate recording if you choose.


Please state your name at the beginning of the recording, then read/perform any of the following texts in your natural voice. (Alternately, if you have a monologue that you are comfortable with, you are welcome to use that instead, but please state what it is from.) 


If you can do any accents or character voices, you may also submit a recording with samples for us to consider. Please state the accent/style you are doing first.

***If you are submitting a professional Demo Reel (anything that has been recorded in a studio, edited in any significant way, or with music or sound effects underneath), you must also submit a separate recording in your natural voice recorded from  your home (or wherever you would record an episode of PTAC's Audio Drama Series).


“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way — in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.” (A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens)


“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.” (Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen)


“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone…” (The Haunting of Hill House, Shirley Jackson)


“The quay was soon covered with the usual crowd of curious onlookers, for the arrival of a ship is always a great event in Marseilles, especially when, like the Pharaon, it has been built, rigged and laden in the city and belongs to a local shipowner. Meanwhile the vessel was approaching the harbor under topsails, jib and foresail, but so slowly and with such an air of melancholy that the onlookers, instinctively sensing misfortune, began to wonder what accident could have happened on board. However, the experienced seamen among them saw that if there had been an accident, it could not have happened to the ship herself, for she had every appearance of being under perfect control. Standing beside the pilot, who was preparing to steer the Pharaon through the narrow entrance of the harbor, was a young man who, with vigilant eyes and rapid gestures, watched every movement of the ship and repeated each of the pilot's orders.” (The Count of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas)


“The rainstorm had ended and the gray mist and clouds had been swept away in the night by the wind. The wind itself had ceased and a brilliant, deep blue sky arched high over the moorland. Never, never had Mary dreamed of a sky so blue. In India skies were hot and blazing; this was of a deep cool blue which almost seemed to sparkle like the waters of some lovely bottomless lake, and here and there, high, high in the arched blueness floated small clouds of snow-white fleece. The far-reaching world of the moor itself looked softly blue instead of gloomy purple-black or awful dreary gray.” (The Secret Garden,  Frances Hodgson Burnett)

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