Trying To Help 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.

Thornton Wilder, a Wisconsin native, is the writer of the Pulitzer Prize winner play Our Town. In Our Town, Wilder tells the story of a town in Grover’s Corners, New Hampshire, and the daily lives of the inhabitants. In the play, the author uses minimal props and scenery as well as including a main character known as the Stage Manager that has the ability to break the fourth wall, allowing him to talk to the audience. This factor of talking to the audience is a major component of making the public a part of the town. Throughout the play, there are many instances in which the Stage Manager uses various cues as well as dialogues to incorporate the audience and develop an intimate relationship to create a true sense of “our town”.

Hello Robyn! I've read about running, it is not simple at all, I thought running is just left foot, right foot, breath. But actually, it's science!

I was literally done with Ecolab’s excuses so I called and asked for a quote from Massey and a gentleman stopped by today we went over the property.. Attached document is a copy of the quote that I was giving by the Massey represented.

was when Paul went out the window and walked on the fire escape to see if he could make it to the next apartment to get help.

I didn’t know any better. I didn’t know it could kill me. One time when I was 8, I was playing with some chapstick. I was putting It on everything when I decided to take a bite out of it. I ended up getting really sick and almost dying.

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

"Fix Me" I fell to pieces, Without peace. And now You are reaching out, To fix me.

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 slowly dragged my feet along the rigid tile floor until I got to Mr. Flavio’s office. “Are these new, Mr. Flavio?” I asked politely as I grinned and picked up the picture frame that was on his desk. I sat down in one of his soft leather chairs and elevated my feet on the corner of his desk.

Life is tough, it always has been. Always hurling bricks at you at every opportunity. But it's up to you whether you evade them or let them strike you down. Bricks are just one of the obstacles a person will face, the biggest one being the wall, where the bricks come from. Any metaphorical wall is easy to climb over, it's that there are plenty of barriers you need to overcome before you can face the wall. This wall will block you from the other side, where your true happiness lies.

I wiped off the sweat coating my hands on my pants, forcing a smile whenever a customer entered through the doors. Repeating words I’ve grown to memorize, the customers order while I mechanically jot it down. I smile at them before heading back to give in the order to the cooks. Away from people’s gazes, I sigh loudly, passing my hand through my fading blonde hair.

Chicken, yeah I’ll show you chicken. In case you haven’t been stalking me as of fifteen seconds ago, I was just dared to go hit on this girl because I may or may not have been checking her out. I mean what do you want me to do she is pretty attractive. Taking my stroll over to the beautiful girl’s table, I definitely began to have second thoughts. Moving closer and closer I could see every bit of detail in her hair, her skin, everything. She had a face of an angel. I was definitely having second thoughts I should probably retreat or just run far far far away. As I looked back the guys were watching like a hawk watches its prey. Well you probably heard Scottie’s point of view on her well the book is pretty popular. Anyway this ain't about him this is about me. Wow that sounds very self centered of me to say but this is my story. Either way I just walked over to her and well I did feel something weird, almost as if my legs were vibrating and well bad things happened. I almost threw up, however I resisted the urge to regurgitate all over the floor and become the laugh of the year. Well luckily no body fluid came out of me. Well, this was a situation I did not enjoy being in I made a noise that sounded something like hello, did I fool you no, look I am not Scottie I can talk to girls. I simply said, “Hi, do you know me? I think we have chemistry together?” You get the word play there, no, well she did. She actually laughed at my terrible joke. I had finally won an Olympic gold

The more time passes, the more you get to know me, only disappointments will remain but

Entry 1: today i was deciding which monologue to choose and with the help of Ms.Knudson i chose the opening monologue from the book/play/movie “Hating Alison Ashley”. i feel that this is a good fit for me since the persona of the character is very clearly represented making it easier for me to transform it into my own version of it. the scene of my monologue is almost like its set inside her head even though she acts as though their is a crowd. the only problem i can think of so far is that it may not be the most entertaining scene to watch but i figure i could get away with it by emphasising the funny parts and playing around with the character and the way they interact with the stage and the props i have on the stage. i also might be able to rearrange and change up the monologue text to give it a bit more depth and humour. it would also allow me some more room to work with characterisation, actions on stage and costume development.