My least favorite part of auditioning is finding a monologue, I must say. You have to make sure it's PERFECT and blows the director away. It's got to obtain pieces of the character I am trying out for, but most of all, I have to like it.
I have found four monologues so far. All of them are dramatic, which is good. But I'm not sure which one, or if either one will work for me.
Here are the monologues I found if you want to read them:
#1:
| Character name: | Angie |
| Gender: |
Female |
| Age Range: | 21 — 32 |
| Show: | Patter for the Floating Lady |
| Duration: | 0 — 1 minutes |
| Monologue Type: | dramatic,contemporary |
| Notes: | Angie's
failed relationship with the magician is the subject of the play, and
as she's suspended she recounts their relationship. |
Oh yes, I loved you. So many things. Safety,
words exchanged, letters. I would cough and the phone would ring and it
would be you, asking if I was all right. You could imitate me and make
me laugh. You would buy me a little thing. When I made Spaghetti for
you, you were so grateful, Pavarotti himself couldn’t have made better
Spaghetti. We were at a restaurant and a woman came up to you, flirting
and right there in front of her, you laced your fingers between mine,
showing her who you loved.
But the most powerful was the tennis
shoe. Oh, I cried. After our week in the tropics- where we
collapsed, ended- a month later, not having spoken, you sent me a tennis
shoe. I looked at it for days, not knowing why you sent it. Then one
morning, barefoot, not knowing why, I slipped my foot into it. Sand.
Grains of sand still in it from seven thousand miles away; each one the
size of a memory. I will love you forever for that second. I cried. I
cried for us. But when we fell apart, you didn’t understand that I would
be back. That if you let me have my life, I would be with you forever.
But everything you said and did, every
kindness, every loving comment had this sentence attached: maybe now
she’ll love me. And it made you weak. And if I’m not going to love
someone strong, why love at all?
#2
A Little Princess
written by Richard LaGravenese & Elizabeth Chandler
Sara: I don't have a mother either... she's in heaven with my
baby sister... But that doesn't mean I can't talk to her, I talk to her
all the time... I tell her everything and I know she hears me because...
because that's what angels do. My mom is an angel and yours is too.
With beautiful satin wings, a silk dress, and a crown of baby rosebuds,
and they all live together in a castle. And do you know what it's made
out of? Sunflowers. Hundreds of them, so bright they shine like the sun.
And when they want to go anywhere they just whistle, like this...(whistles)
and a cloud swoops down to the front gate and picks them up and as they
ride through the air, over the moon and through the stars... until they
are hovering right above us, that's how they can look down and make
sure we're all right. And sometimes they even send messages. Of course
you can't hear them with all the noise you were making... but don't
worry they'll always try again... just in case you missed them.
#3
| Character name: | Emily Webb |
| Gender: |
Female |
| Age Range: | 16 — 25 |
| Show: | Our Town |
| Duration: | 0 — 1 minutes |
| Monologue Type: | dramatic,contemporary |
| Notes: | Emily
has just died in childbirth and has been given the chance to go back
home to a time she wishes to see. Looking at her mother and father whom
she will never see again, she realizes that it was a mistake have gone
back. |
(softly, more in wonder than in grief)
I
can't bear it. They're so young and beautiful. Why did they ever have
to get old? Mama, I'm here. I'm grown up. I love you all, everything. - I
cant look at everything hard enough.
(pause, talking to her mother who does not hear her. She speaks with mounting urgency) Oh,
Mama, just look at me one minute as though you really saw me. Mama,
fourteen years have gone by. I'm dead. You're a grandmother, Mama. I
married George Gibbs, Mama. Wally's dead, too. Mama, his appendix burst
on a camping trip to North Conway. We felt just terrible about it -
don't you remember? But, just for a moment now we're all together. Mama,
just for a moment we're happy. Let's look at one another.
(pause,
looking desperate because she has received no answer. She speaks in a
loud voice, forcing herself to not look at her mother) I can't. I can't go on. It goes so fast. We don't have time to look at one another.
(she breaks down sobbing, she looks around)
I didn't realize. All that was going on in life and we never noticed.
Take me back - up the hill - to my grave. But first: Wait! One more
look. Good-by, Good-by, world. Good-by, Grover's Corners? Mama and Papa.
Good-bye to clocks ticking? and Mama's sunflowers. And food and coffee.
And new-ironed dresses and hot baths? and sleeping and waking up. Oh,
earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you.
(she asks abruptly through her tears) Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? - every, every minute?
(she sighs) I'm ready to go back. I should have listened to you. That's all human beings are! Just blind people.
#4
The Princess Bride: Buttercup
I
love you....I know this must come as something of a surprise, since all
I've ever done is scorn you and degrade you and taunt you, but I have
loved you for several hours now, and every second, more. I thought an
hour ago that I loved you more than any woman has ever loved a man, but a
half hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing
compared to what I felt then. But ten minutes after that, I understood
that my previous love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a
storm. Do you want me to follow you for the rest of your days? I will
do that. Do you want me to crawl? I will crawl. I will be quiet for
you or sing for you. Dearest Westley--I've never called you that before,
have I?--Westley, Westley, Westley, Westley, Westley,--darling Westley,
adored Westley, sweet perfect Westley, whisper that I have a chance to
win your love.
What do YOU guys think???? I would love all of your opinions. :)
Sincerely,
Christy Lynn
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