Dramatic Monologue

I stood staring at my mom with a blank expression as she applied foundation on my face followed by powder and blush and a number of other various cosmetics that I had lost count of. Makeup, hair, costume, all of those were on the back of my mind as the thought of performing in front of three hundred people clouded my thoughts. All around me were muffled sounds of other dancers frantically running around trying to get ready in time, mothers yelling at their daughter's, music blaring from various speakers, doors opening and closing, metal hitting the tile floors as tappers practiced down the hall, but all I could hear was the thundering sound of my heart beat in my chest. My body started quivering slightly. The nerves were setting in. I don’t

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 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.

Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.

“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.

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.

Surrounded by crowds of people sharing the same thought; are we really getting home today? Pepsi is too anxious. Vomiting all over himself and his new uniform. Sunshine lays into him, cussing and screaming. Laughter erupts! Growing rowdier as Doc yells “No matter what don’t stop us now, I’ll fix him”. Close knit groups of friends are scattered around having vivid discussions of the first thing they are going to do when they’re finally off. Grady chimes in on a conversation with his deep southern accent trying to imitate his favorite musician, DJ Screw saying “Man shiiitttt first thing I’m going to do is grab me a bottle, some shrimp, and sit my ass in the tub”. Craw Daddy can’t help but tease Grady, by reminding him to lay off the alcohol

The day had arrived. Feelings of excitement and dread rolled around in her stomach at the thought of seeing her friends and family again. She remembered the feelings of helplessness at watching her mother speak to Dr. Faas.

Maybe they were through goading one another - I surely hoped so. I picked up my glass to take a sip of wine. I had been using this time to pretend to casually, gaze around the room. Myles Laveau caught my eye and smiled a half smile as he raised his glass to his lips. His date, the Baroness Portella, must have seen that his eye was otherwise entertained because she turned to glance over her shoulder at me. I saw the scathing stare she gave me through her thin, lacy veil- much like Boudreaux’s stare, it cuts to the bone. I half expected her to fling her drink into Laveau’s face, she seemed quite angry- but then, he leaned forward and whispered something in her ear and she turned to look at me again; this time, she smiled. I wondered what Myles had said to her for her to smile at me that way. The desire to know what he said was causing me to be anxious, as was the desire to see beneath the veil, but I needed to take care of the situation of my husband and lover goading each other first - I would ask Myles what was said between he and the Baroness the next time I was with him.

Her mother was sitting on the couch when she walked in through the door of her house, waiting for her.

Almost immediately as I walked into the kitchen and caught my mother’s eye; I knew something was wrong. She had that, we have no time look on her face. She swiftly picked me up and put me in my high chair. Upon which she started detailing, in entirety the things I needed to do to get ready. We were going to the mall.

After turning the alarm off, Keith held open the door to the left that led to the wide-open gym and then the four of us made our way to the youth room, again to our left. The camp-style lights came on, revealing that the youth room was a disarray of chairs, sports supplies, and, on the “stage”, various cords and other audio equipment. Beside the stage was the door I had knocked. The room smelled faintly like new carpet; it clearly had been renovated recently. The white walls were decorated with strange pattern of navy blue, lime green, and golden-yellow paint streaks, but the mixture of colors gave the room a welcoming vibe, very pleasant for my first practice. Then, Karli got out her half-size keyboard and Keith his laptop, his even smaller keyboard, and what appeared to be a drum synthesizer. Meanwhile, Jenna hooked up the vocal system up to the audio mixer beside Keith. While they set up their equipment, I set down my equipment beside a dusty, full-sized keyboard. In a search for an outlet to plug my amp into, my eyes darted around the room for a few moments, which thankfully led Keith to reveal a compartment in the floor that housed a set of outlets.

My feet raced over the pebbled cement, but rocks barely hurt when you’re flying. My feet followed the familiar path until I was running down the street with my step on it. I skid around when I ran past the step and plopped my bum down on the ground warmed by the sun. I put the familiar wooden reed, worn to the shape of my mouth, to my lips and blew out a nasty sound. The flat notes reverberated off the houses down the road, but unclogged my head and throat. I played ugly before I played

I started with a slow movement into an arabesque which just sent everyone into frenzy. As the lights dimmed and quickly went out, the hall began to tremble with excitement. A smile sketches its way across my face as I realize there is nothing in the world I'd rather be doing. I gaze out into the spectator's watchful eyes as my hip sways to the familiar beat. My body moved devoid of the need for the minds instruction. I flow away from my frustrations that boil under my