Zoey Monologue

I remember walking through the doors of my high school and feeling a mixture of dread and excitement settle heavily somewhere between my throat and my gut. This was not the first time, nor the last time that I experienced what most people would call butterflies, except in my case it felt more like the butterflies were nukes playing tag, and the aftershocks were giving me the shakes. Due to my inability to talk to my fellow classmates without feeling like a leaf in the middle of a hurricane, I came to the conclusion that the only way to get rid of this fear was to face it head on, so that’s exactly what I did.

“Buck, listen to me, stop panicking he’s going to love you,” You whispered to Bucky who stood chewing his nails as you spoke.

My friends and I walk into a packed venue, and are immediately met by a young guy with shaggy brown hair and a skull hoodie, who holds up a white piece of paper with a hastily scrawled "$8" in the center. I pull out my worn wallet from the left pocket of my leather jacket. My hands strain momentarily to pull the snaps open, before my fingers find their way to my single worn 10 dollar bill. The man hands me two dollars in change and stamps my hand with a blue paw print, and I turn to face the stage. All the while a man has been screaming and singing on stage, not unpleasantly. The vibe of this crowd feels different from the normal one, rougher. They have a more hardcore look to them, and I've never seen Alexia's band play with one that yells, other than one time at a small coffee shop in which a single kid with an acoustic guitar spent twenty minutes strumming and screaming slam poetry into the mic, while my friend and I sipped iced vanilla lattes in the other room.

"I’m so nervous,” I complained to my mom as we walked into the Waukesha Civic Theatre. “What if I’m not good enough. I haven’t even prepared that much!” It was a crisp September day and some leaves had already started changing color. On the way home from school my mom told me about a play that the theater puts on near us every year and thought I would be good for it. Since I had only heard about the audition that day, it gave me a few hours to pick my song and be prepared for whatever part they wanted me to read. The next song that came on the radio was the song “Edge of Glory” by Lady GaGa and because it was in my vocal range I thought it would be good for me. Little did I know that this audition would change my view of theater.

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

I made absolutely sure to get to my volunteering early, though it did mean losing more sleep than I liked. Marcy seemed to be in a bit of a better mood, and she had looked genuinely impressed when she saw I hadn’t lost my nametag, which confirmed I really had made a terrible first impression. I had a lot to try to fix in my next few days, and I wasn’t sure if I was happy or upset about that.

Scene: Came back home, Eric admitted that he raped Eva Smith while drunk. Mrs. Birling cried for what has happened, so Sheila took Mrs. Birling to the drawing room.[the candlelight was shaking in the shadow, the second hand on the clock raping quietly.]

Zoey’s last words resonated in Rheem’s head; she did have a valid point. Esto loved the ground Zoey walked on and he wouldn’t just leave her without a word, and even if he did he would have at least left Mike to wait for her. Instantly he got a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach; he didn’t fear for his boy but he was concerned as to what had been so important for him walk off without saying anything to him or Zoey. And the fact that he wasn’t back by now, told him that Esto may be in the process of fucking some shit up.

As the audition approached, I avoided it as much as I could. I was so preoccupied with making sure my mom knew how much I did not want to audition that I barely prepared. The week of, I was so overcome with anxiety and the fear of making a fool of

I’m still in complete and utter shock that you're gone Mrs. Hollie. I remember when I first met you at Le Chaperon Rouge when I was four years old. You were so kind, bubbly, and always playing with my hair. When Mrs. Heather started working with me, you were always there right by her side along with Mrs. Hallie and the rest of family. Every time you entered a room we always could tell that you arrived through your loud voice, your smile, and your ability to always crack an inappropriate joke or story at any given time. I remember when you got Baby the cat and endlessly worked to pay for her surgery when she broke her back, your determination and work ethic was noted by everyone. Or all the days when we would go looking for bargains and

I walk out of the private jet and got on my car that was already parked outside

Deborah has no intentions of divorcing you. That’s it, Charles. That’s the reason why you seemed so dejected.

My best friend Vianna, or as I call her V, she has always been the loud, crazy, feisty one. She could never keep her mouth shut. Even her sister sometimes couldn't stand just how loud she was. And one thing that she loved to do was sing, or as her sister liked to describe it to be “the squawking of a bird”. Usually, when we hang out there is no karaoke involved. However, this time, it was. It turns out we had one, it was unused and untouched. Knowing V, she was thrilled and she was not going let this chance to sing slip out of her fingertips. So, during the day we went out. Then we come back, and at around 12 A.M., she decides that she wants to karaoke. The thing is, it's 12 in the morning and everyone is tired, but for some reason, she had

So the singing sounded like this “you can be amazing you can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug. When I was done the girl that sits next to me says “Why is your face so red?” I don’t respond because I feel weird and stupid for not being able to sing better than I did. I had this weird blood tasting taste in my mouth. The taste tasted gross. Then she said why don’t we all sing together out loud. Ready set go then this is all I hear amazing blah blah blah blah nothing blah blah than I hear everyone just scream SAY WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY AND LET THE WORDS FALLOUT mmmm I WANNA SEE YOU BE BEAVE! After we were done singing the song our choir teacher said these kids need to come to me and sing in front of the class so we can hear you sing. Myah and some other kid come up. When I was singing I like I could do it. Then she started the song we in my opinion sounded great. When class was over I went to put my folder away and the choir teacher said that she is most likely to pick me for the solo. Hope I get the

Sitting at his desk with the lamp turned down low, Ben watched the shadows flicker softly over Maggie's body lying in the bed across the room, the light casting her hair almost the perfect shade of gold.