Dramatic Monologue Essay

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.

I am fixing my hair, and humming along to a song I heard on the radio, when I hear the concert start. I heard the announcements begin and the lights go dim. There was people all around me. People tripped over cords or called out demands. Some had microscopic mics on their faces, some had been putting on makeup on.

Black stage two stop light one two figures dressed in black. On the floor in fetal postions

Sam turns to Lucy. SAM (irritated) I think you’re sitting in the wrong place. Ex-wives and mistresses are on that side of the church.

“Lelia Elizabeth, stop arguing and listen.” Marion placed her hands on her daughter’s shoulder. “I said, yes. Yes, you may take the bus with Sam over to Ellingwood to see him off.”

I owe you a thanks. For being my favorite big brother ever. You’re my day one. My chauffer. My protector. My supporter. My role model. You’re all these things and more.

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.

Watching the water glistening and shining was always so peaceful. Your arms rested upon an old wooden railing, which creaked with every movement. You leaned forward to watch a fish leap out of the water, flying into the air for a moment, before returning to the lake. As you heard the loud creaking of the railing, you tried to lean back, but before you knew it you’d lost your footing and felt yourself plunged into the lake’s depths, a scream escaping your lips before water surrounded you.

Yet another murder! When shall I clean this blood from my hands? I never thought Macbeth could be this cruel! He has become a demon with such strong anger to harm all those around him. Such a frail and hopeless attitude has evolved into the complete opposite like night and day.

"Preacher, I didn't expect to see you again so soon. We are indeed blessed." Blessed for his gold coins, no doubt. The woman ran the only accommodations in town, and the whorehouse. Jeremiah had utilised both services on his previous visit. "What brings you back this way. Do you require a room?"

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.

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.

“That’s supposed to be your role isn’t it? It’s why I’m here, after all.” Dustin folded his legs up and took a seat on the floor, disrupting the… prayer circle or whatever this was. Azrael stood up, making a scary face at one of the men until he moved over. “I’m actually looking for someone important. Someone who wouldn’t blend in well.”

When I completed interpreting my monologue, I knew there were some strengths and weaknesses of my performance. First of all, I used different pitches in my oral interpretation in order to contribute to Jaques’s character. I also used a variety of tones throughout my performance to show emotions. These vocal delivery techniques enhanced my performance. I also looked up at the audience quite frequently in order to have eye contact and engage with my audience. Therefore, I did not just simply read my monologue off of my piece of paper. Making eye contact with the audience helps the gain the audience’s attention. Similarly, I projected and articulated the words well, which helps the audience understand and hear what I am saying. However, I did