Little Red in the Mall

• The purpose of this piece is to use all our learned skills combined and demonstrate a modernized fairytale.

• This piece is intended for audiences between the age of 12 and 16.

It was a warm summer day, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping and little red had shopping to do. She had recently passed her G2 test and couldn’t wait to take her red new convertible for a spin. It was perfect because it matched her red hair and she loved everything red.

Little Red called her friend Kristen immediately and told her to meet up at the mall for a refreshing ice-cap and extensive shopping for the spring fling dance. Just last week she saw the perfect dress and when she called yesterday the sales lady said it was the last one left and it was her size. Time was of the essence. They arranged to meet in front of forever 21 at noon and Little Red was off to the city.

She was driving happily and singing along with the radio when she got a flat tire. She pulled over to the side of the road and got out to check out the damage done. It was extensive; she did not know how to change a flat tire. Frustrated at her misfortune she took out her cell phone and began dialing the number for CAA when an acquaintance of hers pulled over to see if she could help. Katie lived 2 doors down from Little Red and they had spoken to each other once or twice but had no longstanding ties.

While waiting for CAA Little Red explained to Katie that she was headed to the mall to buy the perfect red dress for the spring fling dance. Katie, who had always been jealous of Little Red and her red hair, decided she wanted the red dress and would do anything to get it before Little Red. So Katie took off immediately and left little red alone, waiting for the CAA truck to rescue her.

About half an hour later the CAA truck showed up, changed Little Reds tire and once again all was right with the world, at least as far as Little Red was concerned. Meanwhile at the mall Katie found the store Little Red was talking about and was searching vigorously for the dress. Luckily Kristen showed up at the store and was also looking for the dress. Once Katie noticed, she took Kristen in to the changing room and locked her there.

Little Red was having a hard time finding parking at this mall seeing as it was a Saturday. Finally, she managed to find a spot and safely parks her car. She hurried to the store to see if the dress was still there and found Kristen locked in the changing room and Katie searching for the red dress. Little Red immediately let her friend out of the changing room and scanned the store for her dress. Good thing her eyes are well trained to notice red and she found the dress before Katie. She rushed to the check out counter and bought the dress in the nick of time. Phew, another shopping disaster avoided.

Crying to Confucius

• The purpose of this piece is to illustrate a conversation with a well known person.
  
• This piece is intended for audiences between 17-25
  

(Adela starts to sprint as she see him walking towards her)

C:(as he is approaching) By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest.

(Adela throws herself at him as he closes the gap between them)

C:There there child, it'll be ok. I'm sure worst things have happened in the world.

A: No NO NO NOO. I can't believed he dumped me!

C: (with a worried look on his face) There shall be others just like him. You must learn to take rejection a lot better than this if you plan on living in the real world. Now, where shall we sit? It is a very big park...

A: (pointing to a bench near by) There , that's fine. I need some of your wisdom right about now.

C:( as he scratches his head) Better a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without.

A:( with a shocked tone) are you saying I'm flawed ?!?!

C:(chuckling) I am saying that it is better to be so. Don't you see that it is our imperfections that make us who we are. If that boy could not see that , then HE is the one mistaken.

A: That makes sense I guess. But he was just so nice !

C: How nice could he have been if he is making you cry in such a way?

A: ( with a hint of a simle) Your right. Maybe He isnt who i thought he was...

C: as often the case is with people.

A: How did you get to be so wise, master Confucius??

C: It took a lot of life experience for me to get to where i am today. I too was a foolish young child at one point.

A:( laughing) Ha ha, I guess that means that I'm not a lost cause after all ?

C:It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.

Starbucks with the King

• The purpose of this conversation is to explore a different character with a different personality expressed in their speech.
• This dialogue is intended for audiences between 18-50
  

Adela enters the coffee shop holding a drenched umbrella in he hand. She spots Elvis Presley sitting in the corner table with a late in his hand and waves maniacally.

A: Hey! Sorry I'm late!

E: (with an easy, friendly smile) Its OK dollface, I hope you don’t mind I already sat down.

A: It's raining cats and dogs outside, it took me a while to get an umbrella and then i had to run here and…well I hope you haven’t been waiting for too long.

E: It doesn’t matter dollface, your sure worth waiting for.

A: (with a big smile, then looking down at the table) Thanks! I really did try to get here on time, It isn't usually like me to be late, I ...

E :( looking uneasy at the apologetic face) erg, How bout I get you something to drink? You don’t look to dry but a good drink is always good for ya.

A: Yes please, that would be nice. I usually get a strawberries and cream frappuccino, with whipped cream.

E: coming right up!

(Elvis heads to the front counter and buys the frappuccino. He then returns to the table and pushes it towards Adela)

A: Thanks, your really sweet.

E: (smiling, proud of himself) what can I say.

A: So how did the show go last night? I man I heard some good things and I saw your manager today walking down the street but that man gives me the creeps !

E: It was a good show darling but don’t criticize what you don’t understand. You never walked in that man’s shoes giving you no right to call him creepy.

A: I'm sorry I didn’t mean it in an offensive way... I...

E :( fidgeting with his coffee) it’s fine darling, I wish you could have been there to see the show last night.

A: Yea, I wish I could move the way you do! I can’t even compare. How do you dance so well?

E: Some people tap their feet, some people snap their fingers, and some people sway back and forth. I just sorta do ‘em all together, I guess.

A: (excitedly) hey, do you think maybe you could teach me a few moves?

E: Sure thing dollface. Finish up that coffee and let’s boogie on outta here.

(Adela gathers her stuff and follows Elvis as he leaves the building)

He Can't See Me Like This

• This monologue is intended for audiences between 18- 35
• The purpose of this monologue is to explore the importance people put on looks.
  

Nails check. Shirt, check. Shoes, double check. Hair, yup, check. This is perfect. I spent all morning getting ready for this afternoon and for once, everything seems as if it’s going to work out.

OH GREAT.

I spoke too soon. AGAIN.

The rain started pouring like cats and dogs. That's just great. I guess someone up there wants to punish me for thinking I had everything planned out. Just when I think that for once things were going to go my way, someone up there does something just to spite me.

THANKS!
THANKS A LOT!!

I need to find shelter because if I stay in this rain, not only my hair but clothes and shoes will get ruined. I guess Ill just wait under the roof of this little store until the rain stops. I have no other way of getting home without ruining everything.

I finally landed a date with Jared Weber, and of course things were never meant to go right for me. If the rain doesn't stop anytime soon I'm going to be late. And of course that's nothing new. I know I'm gong to be late and he’s going to get tired of waiting for me and he’s going to leave and he’s going to hate me for the rest of his life and there goes our chance of getting married on an exotic island and having 3 beautiful children and ...

Deep breath.

I need to relax and take a deep breath or else I will hyperventilate. Pull yourself together Marge. Let’s see what we can do to get out of the rain in time. I could call a taxi, but that would mean I would have to spend the rest of my money and maybe even money I don’t have. So scratch that. No taxi. How about the bus? Yes that’s reasonable, except the nearest bus stop is 5 minutes from here and even then; it doesn’t have a little bus shelter so I would get ruined. Oh god, he can’t see me like this. He would run away screaming!

The little coffee shop where I’m supposed to meet him is about 20 minutes away; maybe I can make it without looking like a complete witch by the end. Or maybe not.

What do I do, what do I do …

Okay Marge, spinning around in circles isn’t going to get you anywhere. But oh! Maybe this little store behind me sells umbrellas?

Reality

• This piece is intended for audiences between 20-80
• the purpose of this monologue is to explore the point of view of a character different from ourselves.

The music is almost too loud to hear myself think. I like the distraction. I need the distraction. Looking at the carousel spinning in circles reminds me of when I was younger. More carefree and genuinely happy. What happens to us ?

The bright colors are giving me a headache and spinning around in my head along with the images of my cheating wife. And now the rain, prickling my skin like a thousand needles. Anything to distract me. Anything to keep me here a little longer.

I look around me and ironically, behind me, a happy couple is holding hands and smiling. I wish I could tell them the truth about happiness. Betrayal. Companionship. Liars. That’s what everyone is. You cant trust anyone. But they are too young and naïve to know what I am saying. Who would believe a random stranger on the streets.

I think I’m losing it.

I need to get out of here because this isn’t distracting me anymore. Too many happy , oblivious people are making me sick. The more I see them , the more I think of her. Who I was and who she turned me into.

I’m a mess.

I despise myself.

Oh I despise myself so much. She didn’t deserve me but now what ? I need to think of the consequences before I make a move. Before I take another step I need to think of what could happen. I need to weigh my options. I need to stop and think before I take another step because my feet have taken me back to the scene of the crime and his car is still parked outside. And my heart is beating.Beating.BEATING.

Thump.thump.thump.

Thump,thump,thump.

Thumpthumpthump

THUPTHUMPTHUMP.

I can’t stop it and I don’t want it. I see red and I’m not sure what to do except for make a list. A list of things I should do, can do and shouldn’t do. Let’s see, I could kill him. I still have the scissors in my hand that I grabbed before I left. I could barge in there , look at him and stab him. But is it really him I should stab ? No. Her. I would stab her. Over and over again. Make her feel the pain I am feeling now. Do to her what she has been doing to me for 8 years. Take away her life like she took mine.

STOP!

What am I doing?

I don’t need a list. The last thing I need is a list. I need to think clearly. I need to turn around. I need to go home. My real home. I need to buy a plane ticket to Arizona and be around the people that love me.

Expectations

• The purpose of this peice is to write a monologue from the prespective of the character
• This monologue is intended for audiences between the ages of 10 - 17
  

She has big eyes. Real big eyes. Like the kind you see on those bugs on cartoons. And she blinks fast. Real fast. And her head is big. Or maybe it’s just her hair that's big. I can’t tell the difference.

She put me here and people have been coming in and out looking at me. I don't feel any different from any other baby, except for maybe a little stuffier at the moment. This suit. It’s not one of my favorites.

She keeps talking a lot but I can’t really distinguish between the words. Everyone keeps saying "waappy wawaween" as if I'm supposed to know what that means. I wish I was in on the secret. Instead I just stare back.

What does she want me to do ? I can barely move in this thing but she looks at me as if she’s expecting me to do something. Should I stick my tongue out ? It’s about the only thing I can move right now anyway. Should I dance ? I like to dance but not in this. I look like a leprechaun.

I need to find a way outta this thing.

This shouldn’t be too hard. Maybe if I cry, she’ll come change me.

Let’s give it a shot.

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH”

This Is It.

• The purpose of this piece is to practice writing momologues.
• This is directed toward audiences between the ages of 17-20
  

This is it. I know it's the beginning of the end and if I don't tell him now I never will. But how can I? I am so ashamed; I wish I could have just listened to my conscience. Now I'm not sure I even have a conscience anymore. Would a guy with a conscience even do what I did?

URGH! This is so frustrating. It's a speech I practiced countless times in my head but can never make myself say it out loud. What would happen if I did? I have to think about my future, my school, my career, what would happen to me? What would happen to Dan and me...though I know the answer to that last question. He would probably push me off this hill. Yeah, that’s what I would do if I was him. After everything he has done for me , I had the nerve to go and do what I did. Even this camping trip was his idea. Taking me out to celebrate my acceptance to Yale, when he doesn’t know what I had to do to get it. Just like old times he said, just like old times when we would come here to get away from the city. From the people we hated. From the people who now have turned me into who I am. I ask myself over and over how I could let this happen but there is no use. In a moment everything can change. In a moment of frustration, jealousy and anger, I changed my best friend’s life. AND HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW IT ! There is no use in asking why or how anymore. What I did is done and there is no way I can go back. I took those pictures and even though I wasn’t the one that photoshopped them , I was still the one that gave them to Brad and Jewels and everyone we hated. It was suppose to be a joke, a small prank. Of course I wasn’t too sure what they were going to do with the pictures but I didn’t think they would go that far. And to be fair, Dan abandoned me for football. It absorbed him and all his time, just like guilt is doing to me now. Lisa stuck around him for long enough anyway. We all knew she deserved better.

Here I go again. I can’t even stop my mind from thinking what it does anymore. Dan, my best friend. The perfect guy. Dan. Me in the background all the time, wanting what he had. Now I have it and of course now that I have it , it’s not what I want anymore. I want the old me. The humble me. The one that wasn’t tired of being a footnote in someone else’s story. They sent the pictures to the dean, and all hell broke loose. Yale never even explained why Dan was rejected form the school. They just sent I’m the rejection notice and that was that. Now I have his spot at Yale and once I tell him what I did, I’m not sure what will happen to me.

This is it. I know it's the beginning of the end and if I don't tell him now I never will. I wish I could hold this moment. The perfect moment. Right after the sun has set and I can feel the cool chill in the air and around my body. The sky plunging into a never ending darkness. Reminds me of what’s about to happen to my life.

I have practiced the speech in my head countless times.

Deep breath.

I can do this.

“Hey Dan?’