Acting Self Monologue

I awoke to beams of a dozen spotlights, my vision gradually adjusted to the brilliant white light which illuminated everything around me. The realization that I had fallen asleep during rehearsal caused my eyes to widen in utter shock and confusion.

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.

“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

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.

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.

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.

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.

In a silvery voice, I respond “It’s sensational. Thank you for taking the time to do all this for me.” His face lights up, his smile stretches from ear to ear. And that’s all it takes for me to get lost in his bright blue eyes. “You know I’m glad, James convinced me to take Kyle up on his offer. I’m glad we met Isabelle, I can’t imagine anything better than being here with you.” A shy giggle slips past my lips. “You cheeseball.” Xavier expression turns to shock, “Did you just call me a cheeseball?” He advances towards, like a wild animal hunting its prey. My emotions are between scared and excited.

“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.

Searing pain overcomes his hand. The insentient cement wall absorbs another powerless blow. Blood drips from his knuckles’ newly formed cut. However, he isn't fazed by the aching hand. His brown eyes’ stare seeming almost broken, yet filled with fear. A silence surrounds the stage like London fog, making it hard to breathe. The once faithful brown eyes have now dissolved into gushing tears, releasing the fear, the pain, and the complete brokenness. However, this feeling will always remain centered . He will never forget his crime... The lights slowly fade, beams are holding onto every bit of light as if it's life or death. Nobody except left on the stage.

“What you said on the tapes, you meant it? You really do love me?” Clay asks confused

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.

"Let's go eat." He said, walking around the bed, closer to me. "Don't try running when we get out of this room, I have alarms and there's someone at every exit." He shot me a glare and I just stood up, my legs shaking slightly. He walked in front of me, opening the door to the room that I must've fallen asleep in.

“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, sorry, maybe I should get out.” I say and start to back out of his room.