Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Monologue Mania Day # 1524 After the Horse by Janet S. Tiger (c) April 19, 2018

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- -and still going!
Today is Day # 1524!  To look at the other 1523 titles - click here
  first   year -  Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2015  second year -  Feb. 13, 2015 - Feb. 12, 2016  third year -  Feb. 13, 2016 -  today!                 
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Monologue Mania Day # 1524 After the Horse by Janet S. Tiger (c) April 19, 2018                              
     
     This is actually the very rough beginning of an idea for a movie or possibly a TV series., still working on names. (It is two pieces from earlier days -  Days # 697 and  #718.


                                         After the Horse

                                                         by Janet S. Tiger
                                                © 2018 all rights reserved
                                                   tigerteam1@gmail.com

     
(Opening scenes are in a small town hospital, a young person is being rushed into the emergency room.  This is intercut with a meeting in a big city, the signs indicate a Narcotics Anonymous meeting, and as people speak, the young person in the hospital is being treated.  One woman in her late 50s is watching, it is hard for her to listen.  A man sits next to her and touches her arm.  As the young person in the hospital dies and is covered, the woman stands and goes to the front to speak.)


SHARON -  My name is Sharon.......and I am not an addict.

Why am I here, then?  Because......you all know someone I love.

You see, once I was young like most of you are now.  I went to college, was quiet, didn't have a lot of friends.  But one guy in the dorm, he was nice.   I was broke, so I appreciated going out for pizza, a burger..... it was good to have a friend.

        (As she speaks, we see the images of the past unfolding)

It was my last semester......I had so much debt from loans, and my folks weren't rich, so I couldn't run and visit them a lot, and it was before cell phones, so I was pretty....in those days we called it 'bummed out'.....and he took me out to get something to eat....nothing fancy, but I was crying and he offered me a chance ......to make some money.

At first I was insulted because I thought it was some type of prostitution, and I got up to leave and he stopped me, told me.....it was easy.  All I had to do was drive home and visit my parents.  But before I got to their house, I had to stop at some place, a nice place, in Beverly Hills, and just go park my car in a certain spot, and go eat dinner.  He gave me money for that, too.

I didn't have to touch the stuff.  It would be put onto my car, and removed without me ever seeing it.  Easy.  Simple.  If anything happened, I could even claim I didn't know it was there.  But nothing was gonna happen, he guaranteed it......and I needed that money so bad.....$5000.......that was a lot of money then.....and I couldn't believe it when I said...'yes'......but I did.

And for the rest of the semester, I visited my parents more often.

I was nervous.....how would I explain the money?  He taught me what to do.  The lottery would do it for a bit - my folks were upset that I wasted money on something so....what was the word they used.....frivolous!  I didn't claim I hit the big win....just a few hundred, enough to explain away the trips.

And the rest, he showed me how to open accounts and when I started working, I would visit casinos, claim I won at the blackjack tables.....never too much.  Sometimes I would lose to make it look normal.  I hated it, but it was...really good money.  I did it for just that semester.. ..and that money paid off my loans, and gave me enough to get started.....clean.

My job paid well, so I could afford a good accountant.....I got one that was not involved with my friend.....a nice man who was very impressed that I was...(laughs)....so honest.

He told me, that in 27 years,  he'd (in a man's voice) .... 'never had anyone volunteer to pay taxes on gambling or lottery wins....ever!'.......he was so impressed, he introduced me to his son......also an accountant.....a nice guy, an honest guy......and we got married.  ....I never thought much about ...that semester...my friend always said....it's just a business....we were supplying a need.....very much part of the capitalist system.......

       (She stops, it is hard for her, we see the story in flashback as she tells it)

The years go by fast......I never got even one parking ticket.....ever.......Our son was a born athlete.....and great with computers, too......he had a lot of friends.....in soccer, baseball......then my husband's company downsized, and we had to move....in the middle of the year, so no teams......and my teenage son was lost....until he made....a friend......

(Sighs)  Had they used pot, I would've smelled it.....but my son's new friend started him on meth, and suddenly my son had energy, he got involved, seemed happier.....at first.....then, to calm him down.... came the heroin......I should've known when they played the song from my youth....'horse with no name'......

So here I am, tonight, to let you know my beautiful boy ......your friend who came here.....he just died yesterday ....not an overdose, but an infection his 28 year old body was too damaged to fight off.......so he left me on a horse with a name.....and now...... I have no one to give me pain, because I have all the pain I need, right now.....

Was this divine retribution?  God's paying me back?  I don't know......

         (She turns to leave, stops, looks back, shakes head)

I guess....it's like my mother always said....after the horse is out of the barn.....

          (Chokes back tears and we see her going to a coffee shop with one of the other members of the group.  This is a man who knows what he wants.  In his late forties, early fifties -not young anymore, but still able, still virile, still very dangerous.  They sit to have coffee.)

HIM - That was good coffee.

      (Puts down a cup, raises his hand)

HIM - How about a walk?  It's a nice day, and the river is pretty this time of day, with the sun setting.

I imagine you are wondering why I asked you out.....I mean, there is a bit of an age difference, but you are a widow.....three months is it?  Yes, I know you never mentioned that....but I know.....now you wonder....how do I know?  That's what this walk is for....

You see, I go to these Narcotics Anonymous meetings to meet people just like you.....and I am going to make you a proposition.....we'll start going out, have a visible affair.....which can be physical, if you want, but my superiors usually prefer that not develop.....we can discuss that later......anyhow, after a few torrid months, I will dump you, very visibly, and miserably for a younger woman, and you will be devastated and move to a small town where you know no one....except maybe years ago a distant relative.....but that can be worked out......

Sound like an interesting scenario?  I hope so.....that stunned look on your face is probably because I didn't groom you as well as your college boss did.....the one who convinced you to go against most if not all of your moral and ethical training to become a mule......

Here.....does this look familiar?

        (He holds open a paper, looks at her reaction and nods)

Yes, he was older in this, he lasted awhile in this business......not an easy task....

        (Puts away the paper- we see his version of the story, which is darker)

He took his time, maybe a couple, three semesters, .it was comfortable, he was a friend who had money when you didn't...no pressure for sex, you liked that.....he was.....a friend......and he made it look so.....easy.  One trip....to visit your family......and you got a nice big stack of twenty dollar bills....safe......and then....just one more trip......

....you could pretend you didn't know what was going on.....but you didn't have to worry, it was ...just a few weeks, months....and you were through......finished with school, finished with him.........

You probably never realized......if he had wanted, you would never have been finished with him.......he had his claws in you for blackmail for the rest of your life......but he plenty of other fish to fry.....so to speak.......and you moved away, and you got married....had a son......and now.....you don't have the son.....or the husband......and you wonder, when you can't sleep without a good shot of that vodka.......if something you smuggled made someone else's son die.......

      (He takes out a kleenex)

Go ahead, let it out.....until that meeting, you haven't told anyone any of this in ......how many years?  Thirty?  Did you ever tell your husband?  Or was it ....one of the secrets you still held close.....we all have them.......

SHARON -  (Upset)  Why.....why now?

HIM - Good question....why am I telling you this now?  Here's the truth......you're not twenty anymore, and I don't have the time to groom you......I barely have time to do the fake affair....because I need someone  NOW...in the town where you will go......there are three teenagers dead.....

     (He is affected by this)

.....and an estimate that half the youth population is using meth.....and a new kind of spice that you can't get at Walmart......and because it's a small town.....a stranger sticks out....except one who had an aunt who lived - and died - there years ago......so you won't be a stranger for long......and yes, if your next question is how dangerous is it?  It is......everything you see on TV and worse......but here's the big question.....what exactly are you living for now?

      (He stops, watches, looks at his watch)

So, you've heard the pitch......I'm gonna turn here, at this fork in the road, and it's your choice now...you follow me, you grab my arm.....you're in.....(slight touch of sarcasm).....a somewhat less-than-new recruit in the war against drugs....

       (He turns to leave, stops, looks back)

And I think that, I sincerely hope that....after what you've been through,  this time....you want to be sitting on....the other side of the table.....

       (End of scene- as she reaches out for his arm)

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The song by America 'Horse with No Name' was thought to be about heroin use, as 'horse' is a slang term for heroin - full lyrics here-  and the song here



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Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Monologue Mania Day # 1523 The Banana of Dorian Gray by Janet S. Tiger (c) April 18, 2018

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- -and still going!
Today is Day # 1523!  To look at the other 1522 titles - click here
  first   year -  Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2015  second year -  Feb. 13, 2015 - Feb. 12, 2016  third year -  Feb. 13, 2016 -  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 # 1523 The Banana of Dorian Gray by Janet S. Tiger (c) April 18, 2018                              
       Alert - experimental monologue today!

                             The Banana of Dorian Gray

                                                         by Janet S. Tiger
                                                © 2018 all rights reserved
                                                   tigerteam1@gmail.com

           (A banana walks onstage -  a beautiful banana, perfect in every way)

You think Dorian was the only one who could have his own private portrait well .....look at me!....you see me..... a beautiful banana ...........Am I not...perfect?

Is my skin not smooth and brown spot free?  Is the smell of my fruit not delicious and not odoriferous?

Well, this is true EVERY DAY!  Because.....due a special deal I made with the devil himself many years ago.......somewhere there is a horrible ugly deformed and spotted banana......not a photo, because a photo would not -could not! - include the smell that comes from the rotting of my banana flesh!

No, you suspect you know where this REVOLTING and STINKING banana is........ah that's not really true...the fact is........  you know exactly........where it is ....because it is right there on your breakfast table!

(Ecstatic)  Yes!  I am the banana that was there last night!   

I am the banana you dreamed of nibbling on this morning in your Cheerios!  Why is this important - because only beauty is the only thing in life that is important........the only thing worth living for!  

(Deeper voice)   The only thing worth....dying for.....


               (The banana turns to leave, stops, looks back)

And I hope.....this  monologue will....wait for it......I hope this will.....appeal to you.......

Sorry, I can't help it if the writer is completely ....bananas.....

              (The banana shakes its head and peals out.....)
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The Picture of Dorian Gray was an amazing piece of literature - click here for more  I hope Oscar Wilde  (wherever he is) forgives me for this monologue.  And for those wondering - no bananas were harmed in the writing of this monologue.
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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Monday, April 16, 2018

Monologue Mania Day # 1522 Hidden by Janet S. Tiger (c) April 17, 2018

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- -and still going!
Today is Day # 1522!  To look at the other 1521 titles - click here
  first   year -  Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2015  second year -  Feb. 13, 2015 - Feb. 12, 2016  third year -  Feb. 13, 2016 -  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 # 1522 Hidden  by Janet S. Tiger (c) April 17, 2018                                                                          
                                          Hidden

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

        (The actor enters carrying a violin case, which he holds lovingly.  He takes out the violin holds it up and stares)

Still beautiful.  So beautiful.  I fell in love the first time I saw you......but you were in someone else's arms, belonged to another.  So I loved you from afar.....and was green with envy when he touched you, played you....made music with you.....

I had to have you.....I know what I did was wrong.  And I have paid for it....will pay for it....eternally....because I gave everything I had for you.....to be able to touch you whenever I wanted.  Although I had to hide you all these years.....it was worth it!  I would come down to the basement.....where I hid you, my captive, under those old tarps.  Protected a little from the damp, I could never play you, only hold you in my arms.....

You were like my picture......like the one of that Dorian Gray.....that aged in the closet while he stayed young.....I did stay young only because I died young......twenty years I had you......I was fifty when I died.  The first string that broke, I felt the first twinge in my heart.....I could never tell anyone, not even my wife.

       (He touches the violin, hugging it to him)

The strings broke one at a time, I should have loosened them, but sometimes, I would stroke them, and they are much better tight.....with each broken string, a new ailment.....

Trouble with a blockage in a ventricle.....hard to repair....they warned me of over exertion.  Every violin I touched was you.  Every one I played in every second rate concert at every college and community event......I played you.....

I was always willing to be second fiddle.....that sounds funny when I say it out loud!  I knew they were watching me, waiting for me to try to sell you, but I would never do that - I could never let you go!

         (He puts the violin down, looks around furtively)

It was truly what they call.... a crime of opportunity.  I had left the building, headed home, everyone saw me.  And then I remember I had forgotten my notes.....in the pocket of a sweater I used in the Professor's room.

        (He shakes his head)

He trusted me.  I don't know if he knew how much I hated that he had you and I didn't.....but all of a sudden, there I was, in the room with you......and no one knew I was there.

        (He approaches the violin, looking for others)

I couldn't believe my luck, but it wasn't really luck, was it?  It was truly a business decision....with the devil.  He made me an offer I couldn't refuse......they would never catch me....and they didn't.....but I could never play you in public, be seen with you, show how much I cared.....you would always be....a secret.

My wife vouched for me, that I was home....and I was.  I ran like the wind to get there as quickly as I could, to hide you away from the world.  She didn't lie, she just didn't know the truth......ever.  I died before I could tell her....the devil calling in the chips, right there in the middle of the street.  I was dead before I hit the ground, and even though they tried to get me back, I was gone.

        (He puts the violin back in the case)

It's funny,  the Professor always suspected me, I think, I could see it in his eyes.  But there was no proof, and I had to pretend to be insulted anyone doubted me.  That was hard.

Hiding.  Hidden.  Sometimes, when I watched the shows about the men who murdered people and buried them in their basement, and no one understood.  Well, I did.  They wanted to keep what they loved close to them.....a secret that only they knew.  Because it becomes a treasure.  And that's the way I always thought of this....a treasure.  One that I could never have afforded in my lifetime....so I paid....with my soul.

       (He turns to leave, stops,looks back)
Thank you for letting me come here, and hold this one last time.....I imagine.....where I go next.....wood doesn't do well......

      (He touches the case one last time, exits......)

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First posted 
     Day #550    Aug. 16, 2015


This was inspired by a story in the news - I think the real story would make an amazing play or movie - https://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/style/missing-for-35-years-the-stunning-discovery-of-stolen-stradivarius/2015/08/06/c458be58-3bf4-11e5-b3ac-8a79bc44e5e2_story.html 


A rare, 281-year-old Stradivarius violin stolen in 1980 from a beloved musician and teacher has been found, according to Nina Totenberg, the National Public Radio legal affairs correspondent and daughter of the late violinist Roman Totenberg.
The prized Strad, crafted by the famed Italian luthier in 1734, disappeared after a performance by Totenberg in 1980 in Cambridge, Mass. Later today, at the U.S. Attorney’s office in New York City, the instrument will be returned to his three daughters. Nina Totenberg declined to speculate on its value, though a Stradivarius violin sold for more than $15 million in 2011. 
Roman Totenberg, a Polish-American violinist who played with major orchestras and became a leading teacher in the Boston area, died in 2012 at the age of 101.
“The agent said to me, that’s his one regret, that they didn’t get it back in time for him to see it and play it again,” said Nina Totenberg. “He was practicing two weeks before he died in 2012. But you know, I like to think that somewhere, somehow, he and my mother know about this. And who knows, maybe they made this happen.”
Totenberg rarely, if ever, spoke about the Strad, his daughter says. It had been stolen from his office on a Thursday night after a concert on May 15, 1980.
“It was like a death in the family,” said Totenberg, who will accompany her sisters, Jill and Amy, to today’s ceremony. “You just move on. But I’m sure he thought about it.”
The story of the Strad’s disappearance and recovery, as told by Totenberg in an interview, is a surreal tale that sounds like a cross between “The Thomas Crown Affair” and a Robert Ludlum novel. That night, Totenberg, 69 at the time, had performed a concert at the Longy School of Music, where he served as director. The instrument was taken from his office during a post-show reception. Totenberg’s suspicions centered on a young musician, Philip Johnson, whom he saw milling about after the performance. But Totenberg never had enough solid evidence to convince legal authorities to search the musician’s home.

It took 35 years, but in the end, he was right. Johnson, who moved to California in the 1980s, died of cancer in 2011 at the age of 58. He left his ex-wife an instrument in a locked case. It wasn’t until earlier this year, Totenberg said, that Johnson’s ex finally cracked the combination lock. She found the Stradivarius and sought an appraisal from an expert. The appraiser examined the violin, contacted the FBI Art Theft team and it was seized. The Totenbergs repaid the insurance company the $101,000 doled out back in 1980 so they could reclaim their father’s violin. The sisters will sell the Strad, but not to just anybody.
“What we know is that we’re not selling to somebody who is a collector unless it’s with a specific purpose of being played by somebody,” Totenberg said. “We all agreed it has to be sold for the purpose of performance.”



     


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Sunday, April 15, 2018

Monologue Mania Day # 1521 A Taxing Day by Janet S. Tiger (c) April 16, 2018

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- -and still going!
Today is Day # 1521!  To look at the other 1520 titles - click here
  first   year -  Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2015  second year -  Feb. 13, 2015 - Feb. 12, 2016  third year -  Feb. 13, 2016 -  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
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Monologue Mania Day # 1521 A Taxing Day by Janet S. Tiger (c) April 16, 2018                                         
                                                                                    
                              A Taxing Day
                                        by Janet S. Tiger
                                    © 2014 all rights reserved
                                      tigerteam1@gmail.com

          (The person races onstage, frantic, looks at watch, takes papers from pockets, from a bag, dumps on a table.  Looks at everything, gets even more frantic.)

Where did I put those receipts?  Do I even need them?  Oh, why didn't I go to my cousin the accountant, H and R Blockhead?  He only charges a million dollars to do taxes on the last day!

           (Pulls another paper from shirt pocket)

What does that shrink say I have to do?

           (Scanning, reading frantically)

It says.....'First, calm down'.....that makes a lot of sense!  Let me try that!

           (Starts to shake, continues reading)

'Then, take slow, deep breaths.....'

            (Breathes quickly, starts to hyperventilate, uses bag to breathe into)

'Go to a place that is quiet, pleasant, call this your....special place.....'

Where is that supposed to be?  A loony bin?

 What time is it?  Oh, my God, I only have one hour left and the post office will be closed!  And the website crashed.....what am I going to do?

I don't want to file another extension this year!  I promised myself I would be on time!

            (Looks at watch, at calendar, starts to tear out hair)

Why do I wait until the last minute every year?  I swear, I will never do this again!

            (Looks at the phone......starts to relax)

Oh, my God!  this year, today is Sunday!  The taxes don't have to be mailed until tomorrow!

            (Relaxes completely, sits on the floor, takes a deep breath)

Now that was relaxing!  I have a whole 24 hours to finish!  I feel like I just got a stay of execution! 

            (Gets up, turns to leave, stops, looks back)

I feel better now!  Ooh, I think I have time for a shower, and maybe there's a late movie......I have plenty of time....why was I so worried?

            (Exits, but there is still no end for taxes)
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First posted Day # 419 A Taxing Day April 7, 2015 

For those worried - the deadline is actually Tuesday, April 17th, this year, due to Emancipation Day in Washington, DC For more info click here
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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