Monday, July 16, 2018

Monologue Mania Day # 1613 When Death Knocked at My Door by Janet S. Tiger (c) July 17, 2018

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- -and still going!
Today is Day # 1612!  To look at the other 1611 titles - click here
  first   year - Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2015  second year -  Feb. 13, 2015 - Feb. 12, 2016  third year -  Feb. 13, 2016  four year Feb. 14, 2017 today!                 
I've continued with a monologue a day until the spirit moves me to stop - if you have any ideas for a monologue you want me to write, please let me know at tigerteam1@gmail.com.
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Monologue Mania Day # 1613 When  Death Knocked at My Door by Janet S. Tiger (c) July 17, 2018 
The new one is below this one - but they are meant to be heard together.

                  When Death Knocked at My Door

                                     by  Janet S. Tiger    
                                © 2015  all rights reserved 
                                     tigerteam1@gmail.com

          (The man who walks out is older, dressed in black, formal, head bowed)

I can't believe it.  They warned me when I met her, that she was too young for me....that....if I married her .....death would be knocking at my door much sooner.  But I didn't care, because she was so beautiful....so young...so vibrant and ......she made all my friends - the ones still alive - green with envy.........What did it matter..... why would I want to live another twenty years of life if it was without her? What would twenty years without her be like?  Better than five with her?  Four with her?

(Sighs)  One with her.

How do you choose?  How do you know?

             (He turns to leave, stops, looks back, wipes his eyes)

How would I know....that when death knocked at my door.....it would be for her......

             (He exits.......)

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first posted -  Day # 682 When Death Knocked at My Door  Dec. 25, 2015

and now...... from the other side -

                 When Death Knocked at My Door
                                     by  Janet S. Tiger    
                                © July 17, 2018 all rights reserved 
                                     tigerteam1@gmail.com

          (The woman who walks out is younger, dressed in black, formal, head bowed)

I can't believe it.  They warned me when I met him, that he was too old for me....that....if I married him .....death would be knocking at my door......

 But I didn't care, because he was so ..... how can I put it?  He was....so rich!

What did it matter..... what's a few years in order to have everything I wanted!  The ability to get anything - houses, boats, jewelry......What difference could a few years make, how many could it be?  I could wait for my true love!  How many years?   Not too many - he was old!  And he had a bad heart!  How many years in the contract?  Five? Ten?  Two?

(Sighs)  One with him.....

How do you choose?  How do you know?

             (She turns to leave, stops, looks back, wipes her eyes)

How would I know....that when death knocked at my door.....it would be for me........

             (She exits.......)

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Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

Monologue Mania Day # 1612 Rental by Janet S. Tiger (c) July 16, 2018

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- -and still going!
Today is Day # 1612!  To look at the other 1611 titles - click here
  first   year - Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2015  second year -  Feb. 13, 2015 - Feb. 12, 2016  third year -  Feb. 13, 2016  four year Feb. 14, 2017 today!                 
I've continued with a monologue a day until the spirit moves me to stop - if you have any ideas for a monologue you want me to write, please let me know at tigerteam1@gmail.com.
Get  more great award-winning monologues - MonologueZone.com
If you'd like to write your own monologues, I happen to have a book for that -   
Thank you for your comments - and for liking and sharing this site on Facebook, Google - with friends.  Wishing you much success!
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Monologue Mania Day # 1612 Rental by Janet S. Tiger (c) July 16, 2018 

                              Rental
                       A monologue by Janet S. Tiger (c)  2018
tigerteam1@gmail.com   all rights reserved

   (Young guy comes out, he's mad)

Hey, leave those cars alone!

Didja hear me?  I said - LEAVE THOSE CARS ALONE!

We got a right to have a party, and it's a free country and we can park anywhere on a street where it's legal!

So get the hell away!

I paid good money to rent this place, and I've been planning this party for a week!  And my friends are celebrating, and we are gonna have a good time!

So.....wait a minute, you called the police?  Over your car getting blocked in?  I mean, come on!  Get a life!  You just forgot what it's like to be young!  And having a good time!  If you do anything to those cars, I got a tow line and a truck...we'll get them out!

So......hey, are you recording me?  Wow!  Amazing!  Hey, let me go get my friends - this is gonna be great on snapchat -

        (Turns to leave, stops, looks back)

 Maybe if it's good, more people will come to the next party!

        (He exits, to party on.....and so goes the neighborhood)
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Note: A few words about 'free' -  all these monologues are protected under copyright law and are free to read, free to perform and video as long as no money is charged. Once you charge admission or a donation, or include my work in an anthology, you need to contact me for royalty 

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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315                CaregiversAnon.org
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983

Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

Sunday, July 15, 2018

Monologue Mania Day # 1611 Maybe...... Me, Too by Janet S. Tiger (c) July 15, 2018

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- -and still going!
Today is Day # 1611!  To look at the other 1609 titles - click here
  first   year - Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2015  second year -  Feb. 13, 2015 - Feb. 12, 2016  third year -  Feb. 13, 2016  four year Feb. 14, 2017 today!                 
I've continued with a monologue a day until the spirit moves me to stop - if you have any ideas for a monologue you want me to write, please let me know at tigerteam1@gmail.com.
Get  more great award-winning monologues - MonologueZone.com
If you'd like to write your own monologues, I happen to have a book for that -   
Thank you for your comments - and for liking and sharing this site on Facebook, Google - with friends.  Wishing you much success!
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Monologue Mania Day # 1611 Maybe Me, Too by Janet S. Tiger (c) July 15, 2018 

                              Maybe Me Too
                       A monologue by Janet S. Tiger (c)  2018
tigerteam1@gmail.com   all rights reserved

      (Woman comes out, she looks around - she can be in her 80s or in her 20s)

So this is what therapy is like.  Hmm.  I never thought I'd ever come to this.  But, what the hey?  

           (Sighs heavily)

Do you mind if I do not sit?  This is not so easy, and I am very angry.  When I am angry, I like to move around.

My, when I think about this, it's like I'm 21 again!

         (Thinks, seeing the past)

He was my boss.  Old story.  Now in the news every day, but for me, I was just a secretary.  And he was so nice!  He would bring candy and talk with me, just like I was all grown up!  He'd show me pictures of his children, one girl was even.....my age!

So when he asked me out for dinner, I said sure, and I even told my boyfriend, and he was happy for me, I mean, a mentor in the company!  Great!  My boyfriend, oh, what was his name?  Jerry?  Jimmy?  You think you remember stuff like that...but, ....anyhow, he told me to order the most expensive meal and we both laughed!  

And it was a nice dinner, fancy place.  Then......my boss went to drive me home.  But he didn't.  He stopped in a dark place. And he......as they put in those days.....had his way with me.  I screamed, I tried to stop him, but he was strong, and it only took two minutes.....and afterwards......he warned me.....to keep my mouth shut.....and I did.....

Because, in those days, there was no 'me, too'

What else could I do?  His word against mine.  And that night....frozen in my memory for all this time.....

I got another job as soon as I could.  It took six months.  And now.....it's 60 years.....and I was listening to all these girls on the news......how brave they are....and I was amazed at the support.  But I was also amazed at  how some people are mad at them....mad at me.....for not telling.  As if I had a choice!

As if I didn't feel guilty enough!  But......I just realized something and that's why I'm here, I guess.  Why should I feel guilty?  I am not the guilty party!  I am the one who was...raped!  And now, you tell me that I should feel bad about not stopping this monster from doing it to others!  That I have to share the blame!  (Furious)  How dare you!

        (Listens)

Well, maybe not you, Dr. Halston.....but you know what I mean.The people who do the hurting - they are the ones who should feel guilty!  Not me!

        (She turns to leave, stops, looks back)

 And not any of my sisters! 

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Based on too many true stories!

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Note: A few words about 'free' -  all these monologues are protected under copyright law and are free to read, free to perform and video as long as no money is charged. Once you charge admission or a donation, or include my work in an anthology, you need to contact me for royalty 

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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315                CaregiversAnon.org
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983

Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

Saturday, July 14, 2018

Monologue Mania Day # 1610 What Inspired Me to Work in the Theater by Janet S. Tiger (c) July 14, 2018

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- -and still going!
Today is Day # 1610!  To look at the other 1609 titles - click here
  first   year - Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2015  second year -  Feb. 13, 2015 - Feb. 12, 2016  third year -  Feb. 13, 2016  four year Feb. 14, 2017 today!                 
I've continued with a monologue a day until the spirit moves me to stop - if you have any ideas for a monologue you want me to write, please let me know at tigerteam1@gmail.com.
Get  more great award-winning monologues - MonologueZone.com
If you'd like to write your own monologues, I happen to have a book for that -   
Thank you for your comments - and for liking and sharing this site on Facebook, Google - with friends.  Wishing you much success!
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Monologue Mania Day # 1610 What Inspired Me to Work in the Theater by Janet S. Tiger (c) July 14, 2018

  This was first posted exactly four years ago today - Day # 152     What Inspired Me to Work in the Theater July 14, 2014
It was ripped from the headlines - and the heart -  of my life.......

WHAT INSPIRED ME TO WORK IN THE THEATER
                              A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved 2014
                                                     tigerteam1@gmail.com       
(A woman enters.  She is uncertain, as if not sure what to do.  There is a typewriter with a paper in it.   When she sees it, she lights up, sits down, reads the paper, scratches her head, then smiles, looks at the audience.)

What inspired me to work in the theater?  Interesting question.
But I think  the question would better be - what DIDN'T inspire me?
I have known since I was very little that I was a writer - in rooms with locked doors, I had long conversations and intricate plots with characters in my head.   But....why the theater?  Because the theater made sense - you see, I hated to describe anything!  What color are his eyes?  How big was the horse?   How can I remember....but what they said…(she shudders a little)...aah!....  that is carved into my brain indelibly.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words, that is what moves me.  And others.
The pen is mightier than the sword - and when that pen writes words that others speak, it is as if I speak wherever those words are heard.
Out loud.
That is what inspires.  A theater.  A crowd. 
My first play was too long.  Four hours too long.  
From the first page I knew - and  I was so embarrassed that I wanted to hide under a rock.  But the group, Scripteasers, was kind to me, and that kindness resulted in my next play being only 45 minutes - and has won prizes and been produced all over the world.
My third play - aptly titled Scriptease after the group which had not stoned me for my first mistakes - turned out to be my first production - a baby I was happy to see, the audience laughing, crying, sitting on the edge of their seats.  
But the first time I shuddered with delight was when the end of one of my plays made my audience...gasp!  It was as if I had been a magician.  That is what I aim for - to delight, to entice, to bring out a tear- or a grin,  to make the audience gasp...and then think.  And maybe change the way they think.
That is the goal.  Because of publication, my work is seen and heard all over the world - from Kennedy Center to Jakarta, from South Africa to Saskatchewan.  It is as if I can be in many places at once - and the thought that not a week goes by (maybe even a day now) that someone doesn't read or hear or see my work, gives me the inspiration to continue.
And for inspiration now, I only need to read a newspaper, to hear a story, to feel a joy or pain.  The question is now - how will I find the time for all the inspiration to become the plays others will hear.  What is my inspiration?  It’s simple.  The audience.
(She starts to type, lights dim.  She pulls out the page and starts to exit.  Turns to the audience and smiles.)

That.....and I always wanted to be poor!

                (Blackout.  As you know by now....never the end.)
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Note: A few words about 'free' -  all these monologues are protected under copyright law and are free to read, free to perform and video as long as no money is charged. Once you charge admission or a donation, or include my work in an anthology, you need to contact me for royalty 

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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315                CaregiversAnon.org
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983

Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8