Gas Station Monologue

I hurried to get dressed with a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up past my cast. I also wore a red tie and black skinny jeans. I could only sing so we had to use the track guitar. Last thing I had to do was my vocal warmups. I finished and went to the side of the stage. My mind was swirled with thoughts as the video ran and our cue was said to go on stage. My microphone was on me and I was as ready as I was ever going to be. We all ran on stage and started to play. We started with undisclosed desires. Since I didn’t have my guitar to play it gave me a chance to rest and just

A couple of months later competition season came and I was so nervous to go out there and perform in front of a lot of people. After the first

In the moment, my abilities never faltered. I kind of like that about myself. I may worry, but when it comes down to it, I’m pretty persevering. Despite this, I harbored mixed feelings about singing again.

a slight smirk on my lips. The boys didn't seem to like that very much. Their faces seemed to scrunch up in

I was volunteered to sing a solo. Even though the song I was supposed to sing was the third song of the night, I was shivering with fright. I was shaking so hard that when I was applying my eyeliner, I accidently did a winged eyeliner instead of the natural looking one. Voices in my head were telling

I will miss watching you run to the truck as I pulled up; I always liked seeing you too. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you. I hate cars. I hate this world. I'm glad I got to know you though. Lifting your little body up from the side of the road, your blood dripped down on my feet. I stopped short of washing it all off; I don't know why. I layed you in the corner of the backyard, just down the fence from where I buried Cali. It's a nice place with a sweet smell of the honeysuckle that climbs the fence, and squirrels and rabbits and birds congregate around; there's a lot of baby birds learning to fly this time of year. I imagined seeing you again someday, perhaps at that very spot, where, there must have been a tree at one time; I hit root

Coming into my freshman year of high school my voice was underdeveloped and that of an amatuer, still I was determined to mold it into something wonderful. This was the beginning of my high school career, acting as such I planned to put myself out there in order to be noticed by anyone, as well as auditioning for solo opportunities outside of school. These new prospects were running through my mind one day while I sat in biology. Being the naive freshman I was, I surrounded myself with people I had considered to be my “good” friends, good friends despite every sense and feeling in my body telling me otherwise. Between my fantasies of musical stardom and success, my acquaintances had begun a discussion on singing. The

I was super excited for them to come on since I am a big fan of The Misfits and a fan of the band covering them.Without thinking I left Janie completely alone while I went and did my thing in the pit. Occasionally, after a song or two, I would go find her and see how she was holding up. Eventually their set came to an end so I went back and talked with her while the other band set up. If I recall correctly the band after them was the band that I can't remember. However, during their set I stood next to Janie since I wasn't that interested in the band. While I was standing there a random drunk lady came up to me to talk about music and eventually asked for my number claiming it was because her brother's band needed contacts to set up a tour. That put me in bigger awkward situation since I was sort of on a 'date' with Janie. While that band played it looked like Janie wasn't that interested so I asked if she wanted to leave early, but because it was a school night. She said she didn't mind staying longer. We managed to stay for the whole concert. I was dreading the drive home because I knew it'd be just as awkward as the drive there. I managed to get lost on the way there which made me feel very unintelligent. Luckily she had GPS on her phone. I felt so embarrassed having to ask her to look up the directions on her phone. After we got on I-46 I knew the rest of the way so she decided to sleep. I wasn't bothered by this, I figured it would help avoid another car

I joined in as we yelled towards the stage, our words on repeat. 10 more minutes passed and the crowd sang lyrics to their song and I could hear my voice getting raspy, which I liked. I liked that there was a story behind why I wouldn’t be talking the next day, and how I wouldn’t be able to tell that story until I got my voice back.

Hi my name is bob I work in a thing ma-Bobbie for oil industry. You might umm. You might think I'm a low-life but I'm not. And don't forget I'm really chill the only thing that I eat is frozen dinner meals and Ice cream

Don’t say a word! You screwed both of our final grades over for your stupid burger obsession! On top of that you’re just acting like a douche (probably need new phrasing)! It’s like nothing else even exist to you anymore! I don’t care how good you think it was, it’s gone, and there’s nothing anyone here can do to change that! It’s gone and that's it, and now I’m leaving too!

Come to the front and sing these notes she said. So nervous I sung flat. She said never sing again, you’ve

I wish that Jason could sing with me but there was no argument when Echo told me the song only required one set of vocals. After getting lost in my worried thoughts for a minute, my mind went back to reality when the lights dimmed and the crowd got quiet. My heart raced and it took all my strength to stand still and hold back tears. "Now everyone, this is our last entry for the competition but I've heard great things from this group and am sure they will impress you. Now playing the song (song name here) is (school name here) Middle School's Junior Music Group!" The announcer said in an excited voice. My stomach sank when he basically told the crowd to have high expectations but I knew I couldn't chicken out now. The curtains started to separate and bright lights started to blind me from the large crowd, which was good in this case. I knew now that I was facing the biggest challenge of my life and that if I failed to complete this challenge, my dreams of a musician would collapse, so I didn't take this lightly. I adjusted my posture one more time and with trembling hands I signaled Tori to begin her

325 moons later you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youre than You. Everyone near knows you’re off to great places! Today is you’re day! Your mountain is waiting, so…Get on your way. (Thanks Seuss) Damn moo! You are so damn beautiful @ 25! Head to toe. Them eyes & thighs. You’re resilient, clever, unexpected, stubborn, loving, and free! I found this postcard & knew it was the one by the deep belly chuckles that ruptured from the depths of my gut. Happy 25th you wild & strange land creature! I look forward to the challenge of one-upping you year after year. I love you, so, very much. I do.

It was extremely loud, but I couldn't do anything about it. I  was staring at the clothing store from across the street waiting for it to be empty. I really didn't want to go in with a lot of people in there. It made me nervous for some reason. All I could do was just sit and