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Monologue Mania Day #544 Over (for An Oscar for Olivia) by Janet S. Tiger Aug. 10, 2015
For other monologues from An Oscar for Olivia, please see Days # 493-4
Over
(for An Oscar for Olivia)
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved 2015 tigerteam1@gmail.com
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved 2015 tigerteam1@gmail.com
Interesting you should ask this, now. When did you think I should have given up? No, that's a rhetorical question......I'm thinking of an answer that will show you how far I've come to get here.
Not just all the way from the Midwest.....from a small town.....the distance is the same as from here to another galaxy.
I always did the right thing. I went to school. I got good grades.....I had plans and dreams and before they could even have a chance to poke their little heads out of the soil, they were stomped on...no, that's not right.... I was her only child.....my father died in Korea, I don't remember him very much. A distant image....photos on the piano.
I chose to stay, to take care of my mother. Do the right thing.
I raised a generation of new actors.....of young people who learned to speak in front of others and not faint.....teenagers who married and stayed in the small town like I did....others who left....then when my mother died.....I realized ....it was almost over for me.....
Over. Such a final word. My chances were....gone. I looked at the past years and I wondered where they had gone.....my friends had married, most of them......some with children, some divorced, but all of us at the same age.....the forty year reunion......you could see it in the faces....over. We were where we were, and there was no going back....but there was also the sense that....all those dreams, whatever they had turned into....we were who we were. And the rush of youth was.....over.....
(Starts to get angry) But I didn't feel that way! Not inside! Not in my soul! This can't be all there is! I can't allow that! I didn't listen to those stirring speeches from the greatest writers in the world to end up........done.
And so I sold everything.....the house, all the furniture.....my car. My mother's car. And every penny I have is invested in....me. So, if you think I am too old to carry this part....too old to be a new face....well, then I will just keep going, until someone in your position ....gets over this silly idea that everyone over a certain age.....is over......Thank you. I hope we can work together some day.
(She turns to leave, stops, looks back)
Because I am not done!
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
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1 comment:
OMG. I want to play this part so much!!!!
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