Acting Self Monologue

“Skylar,” I reply with my head down because when I look into his eyes I feel like every secret I have ever told he can see through.

The cafeteria had always been the noisiest place in Geochang Middle School. Maybe because students were too busy studying and paying attention in class. Maybe because the 5000 square feet of space was the only region in the facility where they could breathe and let out the sparks that had been dimmed inside of them for so long.

1. Why should an actor have several monologues ready at any time? The reason why an actor should have so many monologues, is because if there is any type of change then the actor and producer do not have to struggle with finding or figuring out others. 2. Why does the director spend time talking to the actors individually at callbacks?

“Me neither, Bellamy. I never stopped loving you.” With that, Bellamy came over to you and placed his hands on your chin, bringing your lips towards his and smashing his lips hungrily with

I slam my locker and turn to my best friend, Kelly Walter. "Please tell me again why we had that dreaded geography test today." I said. "Cheer up, Ally. It was pretty easy. You're stressing over nothing." She said.

My drama paragraph: Your mother's "trying to help" days are coming to an end, and the time is coming to let it go. This is a final attempt to reach you saying everything conceivable down to the last atom of my energy. Being strong-minded (in your head) hasn't allowed your heart and spirit to listen and hear the pleas from your children, Grandpa, sister, and parents!!! If this last "try to help" as your "fairy godmother" doesn't work, your parents' twilight years will be peaceful, but with deep sorrow.

“Get out of my tent.” You wipe the tears off your face with the back of your hand, not daring to turn around to see the man who broke your heart.

I slipped out of bed trying my hardest not to disturb Red. I could still hear the light, upbeat tune drifting through the open window. I don't know why but there was something that was drawing me towards the sound.

I felt the sticky, sweet summer air plaster my clothes to my perspiring body, the wood of my violin getting dangerously damp as I cranked out note after note; a mechanical doll spinning slowly around my room as I performed to nobody but myself and the smell of mochi rising from the kitchen.

Two nine-year-old kids sank into the beige cushions of the couch, gripping the controllers as they both stared intently on the illuminated TV. The TV brought colorful lights which seemed to reach the far corners of the dark, spacious room. A small silence creeped up against the two children as they smashed the buttons, controlling the lego characters that danced across the screen. Finally, the stillness of the perimeter shook as a sudden shriek was heard from the boy beside me; out of fear, I screamed along with him as troopers began to kill us within our video game.

“So why are you here? Why’d you act like you killed yourself? Your parents seem broken.” Tony interrupts

He looked up at me, his eyes turning dark. "You're fucking insane, you are a piece of shit! People like you deserve to rot in hell!" I spat at him and he quickly stood up, wrapping his hand around my throat and slamming me back onto the wall. I widened my eyes, feeling his grip around my neck

I stared at him and yelled “if you don’t love me anymore go ahead leave, I don’t need you” there were tears on our faces, I jumped into my bed and cried myself to sleep.

“How do you know? Is there any way for you to know?” I keep my mouth shut. Lyon’s eyes linger on me and I push his hand away, lifting myself off the bed.

“Oh, no you don 't.” He says and grabs my arm. “You can’t just gape at me and my scars and then not stay and talk to me.”