Dramatic Monologue

The air reeked of alcohol, the intoxicated breaths of young people colliding together over drunken slurs to create one distinct scent. She kept her head low as she made her way through the maze made by the seemingly endless crowd. Full of regrets, she was doing all she could to get out of there, the distraction turning out to be nothing more than a few drinks with people who didn't even know when her birthday was. The song finished abruptly, followed by simultaneous cheering. She kept moving, weaving in and out of people with fierce determination until she walked right into him. She murmured a quick apology and went to continue when the familiarity of the figure in front of her hit. She hesitantly looked up, heart dropping into her stomach at the mere sight of him.

Thank you for taking an interest in the role! I really appreciate it. — So I have some background for the Emilia role, but it's open to creative freedom. She, Brandon (me) and the Kit all grew up on the bad side of town (I haven't picked a location yet, as I wanted everyone's input once I got the group together) She and Brandon are very close, almost like siblings, and he's very protective of her; they have a relationship like Dom and Mia from Fast and the Furious.

The mission directors chose a ship full of queers, so we didn't spend every last minute agonizing about the family we left back on the Blue Marble. They wanted a crew of men who loved each other and desired each other's company, so that we could be happy where we were. And for the most part it worked.

People always have more potential than it looks. That’s because people can have talents that can change the world. Some people look like ordinary people, but they may be more special than you think. Once, I was at the park. Lots of people were there, but one person caught my eye.

Dark Place – JEFFREY: Does it matter to you that I am going mad? Not sure I can go away and reflect on it. Not sure I can get through my own madness.

One of the other girls there began to talk to me her name was Jenny. She was chewing gum nonchalantly and just chatting away. She said this was her second time and that it wasn 't a big deal anymore. But her eyes looked hard and hollow, but I just figured that was the type of person she was.

    The air stung the Virtuoso's skin, but the night was perfect for his opening act. He began his preparation with an artist's delight and touch. Placing bombs designed as flowers and preparing his "paint brush". The cool touch of steel left his hand as he pocketed the pistol and began to move. "Tonight will be a night of beauty and splendor" he quietly mused to himself as he prepared to move. He sat waiting in anticipation for the puppets to dance. Someone stepped on a bomb and the play had begun.

I think part of the reason I’m upset is because of you. Like I have never ever allowed myself to open up to anyone. I don’t like the idea of someone knowing everything about me and not knowing if the friendship will last, because if it doesn’t that person will live their life knowing everything about me. I remember that’s what we’d argue about, me thinking this wouldn’t last. Ever since September, you changed dramatically. You used to want to know everything that was going on. Now I try to tell you a story or try to tell you what’s going on, and you have no interest. I’ll be like “I broke my leg” and you’ll say “oh damn, feel better.” I’m not saying that’s wrong I’m saying I miss having a person I tell every little thing to. I said I feel like

*Ok, so I know this is off from the time line of the books, but I'm going to have it so Natalie goes to the dance so I can introduce the new Character.

(Les is sitting at his dining table in the dark having a cup of tea and discerning his disagreement with Alan)

She had never hurt anyone. Ever. She was young. She was innocent. She didn’t even know them. She had never seen them. She never saw their face. She never saw it coming.

It was at Illyria’s homeless shelter where Malvolio had been spending all of his time. He did not do much there except eat and sleep. His days were boring and nothing was done by him. He was too old and tired for most of the work and he was hellbent on getting his revenge on Sir Toby. So one day while laying in his bed, he decided to get some revenge. And he knew just where to find them. His first target was Sir Toby, he could always be found in the bar getting drunk. Malvolio believe he could use Sir Toby’s drunkenness against him. So Malvolio headed down to the bar. His plan was to give Sir Toby a drink that would cause projectile vomiting for an hour. He would tell Sir Toby that it was a free whiskey when Sir Toby was drunk enough. As he walked in the bar he

Monologues. That single word can send shivers up the spines of hundreds of non-actors and even a few of us. There is nothing that makes an actor feel more vulnerable than standing on the stage alone, in the lights, performing a solo piece. There’s nowhere to hide. While this idea sends others fleeing, I dashed towards it. Theatre has become something that I can’t imagine living without;

"Where are we even going? I'm going to get so lost-" I mumbled, burying my fingers in the sleeves of my black coat. I used to wear a lot of black, I was far from a goth, the colour just made me looked thinner. When you were a 'bigger girl', you couldn't go out in hot pink boob-tubes like all the other young women - you were restricted to dark colours, baggy items and covering yourself up if you wanted to look as close to acceptable as possible.

I hear screaming in my head. Why those words? Why am I the only one that can hear