Thursday, April 30, 2015

Monologue Mania Day #442 Storage Unity by Janet S. Tiger Apr. 30, 2015

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free monologue a day
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 Monologue Mania Day #442  by Janet S. Tiger  Apr. 30, 2015                                                 
                                                 Storage Unity
                               A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved                                                                                         tigerteam1@gmail.com           

        (A woman comes onstage, opens door to greet audience.  She is smiling, happy, but definitely odd)

Ooh, hello, sorry I can't let you in, but everything is a big mess.....

       (Listens)

That's me, and this is Unit 1692.  I've had this unit for six months now, very lovely.  I have such nice neighbors!  Sometimes they bring me a nice dinner, and the bathrooms here are always clean.  I've had no problems.

       (She indicates the area behind her)

I have a tablet and a cell phone, my futon is just right for me....and it is so cheap- i wouldn't want to be here with children, but it's perfect for one person.

       (Listens, shakes head)

I'm sorry, I don't understand, I pay my monthly rent promptly, and I keep everything clean!  There are no bugs in here, and I am very careful to be quiet at night, so as not to disturb anyone.  Why would you want me to leave?  Why would anyone want me to leave?

        (Steps back, shocked)

What do you mean, not following the rules - I am very careful of rules - why should there be a problem living in a storage place where the name is - SELF STORAGE!

       (She turns to leave, stops, looks back)

You see, along with all my things..... I am storing...my SELF.

        (She exits....but not without a fight!  But that's for another monologue.)



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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
JanetSTigerMonologueMania.blogspot.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Monologue Mania Day #441 Two Enter...One Leaves (monologue) by Janet S. Tiger Apr. 29, 2015

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 Monologue Mania Day #441 Two Enter...One Leaves by Janet S. Tiger  Apr. 29, 2015          

           See yesterday for two person version.  Don't know if one actor could carry this off - please let me know what you think.  Thanks!
                                          
                                           Two Enter.......One Leaves (monologue)
                                       (with apologies to Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome)
                               A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved                                                                                         tigerteam1@gmail.com           

       (Actor enters..... dressed in a sock color...if possible, to look as much like a sock as possible.  The actor will play two parts...or two socks....about to be....washed......)

 I don't like this.

            (Jumps to other side)

Me neither, not one little bit.

              ( Moves around a bit, being jostled)

I heard about this back in that dark place.....what was that thing we were in?

 (Scared)  The drawer.....

Some of the others warned me.....they said the first time was very frightening, the sounds, the smells!

 Well, we smell, too....

 But not like that big thing coming at us....watch out.....

           (Jumps out of the way,  hold nose)

Oh, my goodness!  That was.......very ....

......odoriferous!

Why do you have to use big words like that?  You know I hate those big words!  And I couldn't bring a dictionary in here.....I understand they use.......(whispering)  water!

Oh, no!  Not water!

(Mysterious)  And that's not all, I hear.....

             (Stops,  reacts to a loud noise)

What is that?

I don't know, but it does not bode well for us I think.

 Not bode well?  You've gotta be kiddin'!  That sounds like.......

           (Looks around)

Why is it so tight, with all this other clothing?  Why do we have to be washed with...everything else?

Don't be such a snob,  I did see a few gym socks over there .....

Shhhh!  Do you hear that noise?

           (Listens intently)

That sounds like the water in the sink, only much much closer.....

 Not boding well, not boding well....

Shut up so I can listen!

Don't use that tone with me!

             (Tries to angle around, but now packed in tightly)

 It's water all right!  And it's coming right in under our foots!

 Feet!  I keep telling you we are socks, so these are our feet!

 I don't know what kind of fantasy you live in, but only one foot goes in me!  You have one foot, I have one foot, two foots!

Oh no, I am starting to soggify!

 Is that even a word?

It is now!  We're going to die!  I just know it!  We are going to drown!  Help! Help!

With all your big fancy words, is that all you can say?

All right....we're going to expire!  Our demise is imminent!  Assist us we beseech you!

            (Looks down, the water is rising,  starts to lose their ability to stand up and start slithering onto the ground.)

Oh, aid us, give us succor....

Oh, shut up and listen!  The others are whispering that we won't drown, just get wet, that it's a wild ride....one of the huge white things with holes at either end said it's like a ride at a place called Disneyland.....whatever that means......oh, no, we're almost completely......glug....

            (They now go through the cycle of wash - sped up a bit for our theater audience - they are slowly jiggled, agitated, then moved up and down and around the stage/washing machine.  The water drains out and they are scrunched on the floor, slowly trying to stand, still shaking)

Whoa!  That was....

Intense!

And this is a lovely vibration.....I love a nice dance rhythm....

          (The sock sways together)

I hope we can stay together....

Why wouldn't we?

 I don't want to frighten you any more than necessary....

How could that even be possible?

I heard a ....rumor......from the gym socks.....they are all the same color....white, and some of
      them.....(hard to say) told me that not every pair stays together......that, there are......oh, I hate to
      say the word....

 Accidents?

You heard, too!

 How could I help hearing?  Those gym socks love to scream!  Two Enter, but only one
      leaves!  What's to become of us!

 It doesn't have to be us....we can stay together, just hold my hand.....

            (Stops to listen)

The water is coming back, hold tight, my friend!

I thought we were more than just friends!

We are, but this is probably a life changing situation......there is some type of horrible.....
         oh, I can't bring myself to say the word!
        
Drain!  And since the water is coming up very fast, and this might be the last time we are
          together, could you please tell me - what are we?  Are we friends, or....lovers?  And what kind of lovers?  Are you a rightie or a leftie?

What does that mean?

Which foot do you prefer?

I don't think I have a choice......do you?

So does that make you......a homosocksuel?  Or heterosocksuel?  Are we uni-sock or metro-sock?  Exactly what type of sock are you?

I think I might be......bisocksual......either that or bipolar.....

         (The water gets higher,  swirls around, hugging, head toward the exit, but then stops, looks back).

 After 25 weeks together, in the factory, on the truck to the big warehouse, to the store where        they bought us, does it matter?

Well, no matter what - I want us to stay.....a pair.

So do I......maybe, we'll be lucky, and we won't go down the drain, but if we do....at least, we can go down together.......

            (Hugs self and leans head to sider)

 It doesn't mean a thing..... but even so....after 25 weeks, it's nice to know.....

         (Exit, holding hands....having made it through the first wash together)




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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
JanetSTigerMonologueMania.blogspot.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

Monologue Mania Day #440 Two Enter....One Leaves by Janet S. Tiger Apr. 28, 2015

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free monologue a day
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 Monologue Mania Day #440 Two Enter...One Leaves by Janet S. Tiger  Apr. 28, 2015          

           Although this is written for two actors, it can also be played by just one - am working on that version for tomorrow.
                                          
                                           Two Enter.......One Leaves
                                       (with apologies to Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome)
                               A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved                                                                                         tigerteam1@gmail.com           

       (Two enter.....two dressed identically.....the color is not important, but the identical is.  The two hold hands, loosely.  Or maybe they are hugging a bit.  They are like two peas in a pod....or two socks....about to be....washed......)

Sock 1 -  I don't like this.

Sock 2 -  Me neither, not one little bit.

              (They move around a bit, being jostled)

Sock 1 - I heard about this back in that dark place.....what was that thing we were in?

Sock 2 - (Scared)  The drawer.....

Sock 1 - Some of the others warned me.....they said the first time was very frightening, the sounds, the smells!

Sock 2- Well, we smell, too....

Sock 1 - But not like that big thing coming at us....watch out.....

           (They jump out of the way, sock 1 protecting sock 2, they hold noses)

Sock 1 -  Oh, my goodness!  That was.......very ....

Sock 2 - ........odoriferous!

Sock 1 -  Why do you have to use big words like that?  You know I hate those big words!  And I couldn't bring a dictionary in here.....I understand they use.......(whispering)  water!

Sock 2 -  Oh, no!  Not water!

 Sock 1-  (Mysterious)  And that's not all, I hear.....

             (They stop, hold hands again, they react to a loud noise)

Sock 1-  What is that?

Sock 2-  I don't know, but it does not bode well for us I think.

Sock 1 - Not bode well?  You've gotta be kiddin'!  That sounds like.......

           (They look around)

Sock 2 - Why is it so tight, with all this other clothing?  Why do we have to be washed with...everything else?

Sock 1 -  Don't be such a snob,  I did see a few gym socks over there .....

Sock 2 -  Shhhh!  Do you hear that noise?

           (They listen intently)

Sock 1 - That sounds like the water in the sink, only much much closer.....

Sock 2 - Not boding well, not boding well....

Sock 1- Shut up so I can listen!

             (Tries to angle around, but they are packed in tightly)

Sock 1 -  It's water all right!  And it's coming right in under our foots!

Sock 2  - Feet!  I keep telling you we are socks, so these are our feet!

Sock 1-  I don't know what kind of fantasy you live in, but only one foot goes in me!  You have one foot, I have one foot, two foots!

Sock  2 -  Oh no, I am starting to soggify!

Sock 1 -  Is that even a word?

Sock 2-  It is now!  We're going to die!  I just know it!  We are going to drown!  Help! Help!

Sock 1 -  With all your big fancy words, is that all you can say?

Sock 2 -  All right....we're going to expire!  Our demise is imminent!  Assist us we beseech you!

             (Sock 2 stares at Sock 1 and then they look down, the water is rising, they start to lose their ability to stand up and start slithering onto the ground.)

Sock 2 -  Oh, aid us, give us succor....

Sock 1 - Oh, shut up and listen!  The others are whispering that we won't drown, just get wet, that it's a wild ride....one of the huge white things with holes at either end said it's like a ride at a place called Disneyland.....whatever that means......oh, no, we're almost completely......glug....

            (They now go through the cycle of wash - sped up a bit for our theater audience - they are slowly jiggled, agitated, then moved up and down and around the stage/washing machine.  The water drains out and they are scrunched on the floor, slowly trying to stand, still shaking)

Sock 1- Whoa!  That was....

Sock 2 - Intense!

Sock 1 -  And this is a lovely vibration.....I love a nice dance rhythm....

          (The two socks sway together)

Sock 1 -  I hope we can stay together....

Sock 2- Why wouldn't we?

Sock 1 - I don't want to frighten you any more than necessary....

Sock 2 - How could that even be possible?

Sock 1- I heard a ....rumor......from the gym socks.....they are all the same color....white, and some of
      them.....(hard to say) told me that not every pair stays together......that, there are......oh, I hate to
      say the word....

Sock 2 -  Accidents?

Sock 1  - You heard, too!

Sock 2-  How could I help hearing?  Those gym socks love to scream!  Two Enter, but only one
      leaves!  What's to become of us!

Sock 1 - It doesn't have to be us....we can stay together, just hold my hand.....

            (They stop to listen)

Sock 1 - The water is coming back, hold tight, my friend!

Sock 2 - I thought we were more than just friends!

Sock 1 -  We are, but this is probably a life changing situation......there is some type of horrible.....
         oh, I can't bring myself to say the word!
        
Sock 2 -  Drain!  And since the water is coming up very fast, and this might be the last time we are
          together, could you please tell me - what are we?  Are we friends, or....lovers?  And what kind of lovers?  Are you a rightie or a leftie?

Sock 1-  What does that mean?

Sock 2 - Which foot do you prefer?

Sock 1 - I don't think I have a choice......do you?

Sock 2 - So does that make you......a homosocksuel?  Or heterosocksuel?  Are we uni-sock or metro-sock?  Exactly what type of sock are you?

         (The water gets them, they swirl around, holding on to each other as they head toward the exit, but then they stop, look back).

Sock 1 - After 25 weeks together, in the factory, on the truck to the big warehouse, to the store where        they bought us, does it matter?

Sock 2- Well, no matter what - I want us to stay.....a pair.

Sock 1- So do I......maybe, we'll be lucky, and we won't go down the drain, but if we do....at least, we can go down together.......

            (They hold hands and lean in together)

Sock 1 and 2 together-  It doesn't mean a thing..... but even so....after 25 weeks, it's nice to know.....

         (They exit, holding hands....having made it through the first wash together)




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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
JanetSTigerMonologueMania.blogspot.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

Monday, April 27, 2015

Monologue Mania Day #439 by Janet S. Tiger Sally's Side - for Return Apr. 27, 2015

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free monologue a day
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 Monologue Mania Day #439  by Janet S. Tiger  Apr. 27, 2015                                                     

                                Sally's Side
                                       (for Return - see previous Days # 435, 436, 437)
                                A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved                                                                                         tigerteam1@gmail.com           

         (This woman is truly a housekeeper - she knows how to do everything in and around a house, and she is a part of the family, too.  She is holding a small object in a box, which she puts onto a table, where we can see the object is a children's record player from many years ago.  She then takes out a record and puts it onto the player.)

You wonder why I brought this, don't you, Mr. Jeffrey.  Well, you musta seen me use it before, with Miz Eleanor.  Sometimes I play old records, that's true, but I don't know if I ever told you what works with the older folks like Miz Eleanor, who are .....forgettin'.......

When I was a little girl, I always had an affinity for older people.  My grandparents raised me after my momma died, and they were good people.  When they started.....forgettin'.....I was the only one who could figure out what they wanted......but it was not easy.  I could see them strugglin' for the words, for the ideas....for how to button a shirt, how to cook eggs.  Things they'd been doin' for years.

But I noticed that, no matter how hard the other forgettin' was, it was the repetition that drove most people crazy.  My grandma, one day, she musta asked me about a hundered times, (imitates) 'Sally have you seen my shawl?'  (as a child)  Gramma, you have it on your shoulders!......'Sally, have you seen my shawl?'  And there it was, that same shawl on her shoulders.

Then I 'membered somethin' my Grampa had taught me about records, and how they skipped.  He showed me on this here player, which is about as old as I am, so it probly has arthritis, too, so I don't need to turn it on, just remind you.....here, do you remember how the record would get dropped or mebbe someone would be rough with it, and then it would get a scratch, or....a skip.

And that record would stay on the same part of the song.....forever.

My Grampa showed me.  (as a child)  'But grampa, the record is ruined, now we have to throw it out!'  and he showed me how to lift up the arm.....just like this....

          (She illustrates with the player)

And all of a sudden, the song can go on.......And when my gramma was repeatin' herself that day, it came to me, that somethin' inside of her head was like that stuck needle - and I said, 'grandma, we can skip this part, since you have your shawl....'

        (She is reliving the moment)

And I took my gramma to the player and lifted the needle as if I was gonna go to the next part of the record.......and I skipped over a section, as if it had a scratch.  And, somewhere, inside, she musta remembered that, and she didn't ask again about her shawl.

The next time she started repeatin' herself....maybe the followin' day...I dunno, she started askin' about her Bible, which was always on the table next to the chair where she would sit to read every day.

And after she asked about the Bible three or four times, I went to the player and did the same thing with the needle.  And it worked again!  I had found a secret - the forgettin' was somethin' wrong deep inside of the head.  Where you can't see.  It didn't mean the person was gone, it just meant, they could no longer be seen by us.

Mebbe only God can remember them when they start forgettin', I dunno.  All I know is Miz Eleanor has been gone a long time.

And I understand you are a man, and a man needs company, company of a woman.  And even though I was not happy when you took up with that Rita, I have come to like her, because she takes good care of Miz Eleanor, and.....(grudgingly) ...she takes good care of you, too.

But this thing with the new medicine.....you asked me my opinion, I will not mince words.  my gramma used to say, you can mince your meat, but don't mince your words, baby, say 'em straight out so there is no confusion.  Because life is confusing enough without misunderstanding!

So, Mr. Jeffrey....I think you are crazy!  What do you want to start foolin' with nature like this?  They are tryin' to make two headed babies and people with a third eye!  Lemme tell ya, God is not happy with this!

It would be one thing if we knew this worked already, like the penicillin, or those heart operations, but this is different...this is...(spits it out)  experimental.

I will not begin to discuss side effects, but I want you to think about one thing.  What if it works?  What if Miz Eleanor comes back to herself....if she returns to bein'...Miz Eleanor?  What do you plan to do then?  Are the three of gonna live here together, in a sin that I will not condone!  Just give that a little think, will ya please?

       (She turns to leave, stops, looks back)

And just to be one hunnert percent sure you know - I pray Miz Eleanor gets well every day.....but I will not live under the same roof with the three of you if she does!  And that, my dear Mr. Jeffrey, is final!

       (She exits.  End of scene)
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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
JanetSTigerMonologueMania.blogspot.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

Monologue Mania Day #438 A Good Day for a Hanging by Janet S. Tiger Apr. 26, 2015

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free monologue a day
                                                                        - for a whole year!
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 info.

 If you just started this blog and want to read the earlier monologues, please
scroll down for the previous days or go to 
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 Monologue Mania Day #438 A Good Day for a Hanging by Janet S. Tiger  Apr. 26, 2015                                                      A Good Day for a Hanging
                                A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved                                                                                         tigerteam1@gmail.com
                                

           (Actor comes onstage, dressed in black, holding a thick rope in hands.  Yes, a rope one might use....for a hanging.  Holds it up to admire, looks into the crowd, smiles.)

Yes, this is perfect.

           (Touches the rope lovingly)

I'm so glad you could come!  I need all the help I can get......  I knew it would be...difficult.....and you, my friend, you  are going to assist me....that's why I asked you of course, I knew you like this type of thing......Ooh, it's as if my whole life is just a preamble, leading up to this moment!

           (Looks, is surprised)

What are you doing, trying to leave so soon?  We haven't even begun!

           (Smiles and laughs)

Oh, I am so brilliant!  And original!

          (Looks around the room)

Which one of these beams would be right for this.....

           (Goes to throw the rope up on the beam)

I guess I'll need a box.....something sturdy to stand on.....

What are you looking at me like that?  Haven't you ever seen a wonderful idea come to life?  (Gets excited)  Haven't you ever been in the presence of...GENIUS?

          (Takes a deep breath, whirls around in ecstasy, slowly stops)

I have all the other junk in boxes, you can help me carry it in.....

         (Listens, shakes head)

From the car, silly.  I took all my old stuff, odds and ends, that weird three-wheeled bicycle and the blender that melted and the petrified mouse that I couldn't part with and I am displaying it here in the world's first.......Clutter Art!  This rope will be perfect to hang the wooden box filled with old hangers!

Let's go!  Chop Chop!

         (Turns to leave, stops, listens, is surprised, looks at the rope)

Well what did you think I was going to use this for?

          (Exits while muttering.....congratulations to a dear friend on a great opening....of real art!)

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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
JanetSTigerMonologueMania.blogspot.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Monologue Mania Day #437 Return - The Other Woman by Janet S. Tiger Apr. 25, 2015

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free monologue a day
                                                                        - for a whole year!
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 info.

 If you just started this blog and want to read the earlier monologues, please
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 Monologue Mania Day #437 Return - The Other Woman by Janet S. Tiger  Apr. 25, 2015
                                            Return -   The Other Woman
                       (originally for THE ANGINA MONOLOGUES Feb. 2012 

                              revised for RETURN - see Day # 435 and 436)
                           
                                A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved                                                                                         tigerteam1@gmail.com

            (A woman comes onstage – she is elegant, her hair well-coiffed, nails, purse, hat – even     though she is older, she is lovely.)

(Thoughtful)  The other woman – in all my life I never thought that I would be…(she pulls up her skirt a little to show her legs off, flirting)  …..the other woman.  But here I am, 78 years old, and I am having an affair with a married man.
Of course, it’s not like we sneak around.  Although it’s not like his wife knows about us, either, because, well…(sad) she doesn’t know much of anything these days.
(Remembering) When I met Jeffrey, he’d been taking care of Eleanor for over five years.  (Smiling)  I met him at the coffee shop.  It was very romantic.  He spilled coffee on me and he was very upset.  I could tell he was a very sad man, and so I sat with him to let him know the coffee was no problem.

It was only years later – - that he told me the truth.  It turns out that he’d  been watching me for weeks, and had spilled the coffee on purpose, to finally meet me.  It had taken him a month to get up the courage to do that.  I said that was what young, foolish men did, and he said that’s the way he met Eleanor.

            (She stops for a moment, remembering)

It certainly wasn’t like with Ted.  We were high school sweethearts - was married at 18 – I was a virgin, of course, in those days, there wasn’t much choice.  My family had been very clear what happened to girls who were not…(says it with a smile) …pure on their wedding night.  These girls were disowned and became prostitutes to take care of their unwanted children, of which they would have many because that’s what happened to girls like that.

So, John and I were married 40 years.  Never did I even think of having an affair.  Not that I didn’t have lots of opportunities!  I worked as a secretary in a big company – a lot of the girls had affairs with their bosses.  Not I.  One girl I knew had two children and she was still working and having an affair.  I couldn’t figure out where she found the time!

She said (imitating a Boston accent) ‘You always make time for what you really want to do.” I remember that.  I also couldn’t figure out how she kept it a secret.
She told me no one would ever find out – her husband and kids had no idea.  And she was right – they didn’t – until she was killed in a car crash….with her boss….near the hotel where they were staying….. and some love letters turned up in her purse.
Once we had children, I stayed home with them.  When John retired, we traveled to visit the grandchildren.  I loved John until the day he died.  (Remembering)   No, that’s not true.  I still love John and he’s been dead almost 20 years.  And I know that Jeffrey still loves Eleanor….the Eleanor he married.  Love is funny that way.  

So….when John died, I figured my life was in a new phase…and then, Jeff.
It’s funny, you don’t think that love will be the same when you’re older.  But it is!  You get the same butterflies, and you think about that person and wonder if they’re thinking of you….you get them funny cards, and he gets you flowers and candy…soft candy ….because anything else costs thousands of dollars to fix!

We have breakfast together almost every day.  Eleanor eats with us.  Sometimes she thinks I’m her mother, other times, I’m her Auntie from Tennessee.  And once in awhile, I get the feeling she might even know who I really am – but is happy for Roger in a strange way.

Jeff's’s children don’t mind – they know I’m not after his money….. because most of it has been spent on help for Eleanor.  He got professionals in to keep an eye after she started ….wandering away.......forgetting to wear clothing when she ran out in the street.

One day, he’ll have to put her in a home of some kind.  That's coming soon, I think.  I know he won’t like that – but it's part of the process.  Eleanor is gone, and has been for many years.  She just isn't dead yet, that's all.
So, where will that leave me when she dies?  Will I be Jeff's date at his wife's funeral?  Now there's an etiquette situation Emily Post never talked about.  

(Laughs)   One thing I’ve learned over time, is that you never know who is going to die first, so, I live one day at a time.
And until something happens, I will be…the other woman…..

            (She turns to go, then looks back and smiles)

I am, however, thinking of sewing on a big 'A' on all my clothing….
            (She laughs and exits.) 



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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
JanetSTigerMonologueMania.blogspot.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

Friday, April 24, 2015

Monologue Mania Day # 436 by Janet S. Tiger Return - Jeffrey's side April 24, 2015

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free monologue a day- for a whole year-and still going!
                                                                    first year -  Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 13, 2015
I've continued with a monologue a day until the spirit moves me to stop, so if you have any ideas for a monologue you want me to write, please let me know at tigerteam1@gmail.com.  Some days - like today - will be reruns that are re-written a bit.  Hope they are improved!
If you just started this blog and want to read the earlier monologues-
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Monologue Mania Day # 436 by Janet S. Tiger  Return - Jeffrey's side April 24, 2015

                                   Return - Jeffrey's side
                      (from a play about an experimental Alzheimer's drug that might work)
                                                        by Janet S. Tiger
                                                © 2014 all rights reserved
                                                   tigerteam1@gmail.com

At first, I felt really bad about.....seeing another woman.  But Ellie has been gone....for a long time.  Her body is still here, but Ellie, she started going away about six years ago.  At first, I thought she didn't love me, then I realized what was happening.....of course, I denied it, a normal part of the whole process, but somehow, it's easier to be annoyed with someone you love than admit  (sighs heavily) than admit they are leaving.....but not for another person.

For the fact that, their mind is going.......not their body.

I had such trouble with that, but then, then I realized when I looked into her eyes, they were blank.  And she would wander.

Living in this house became like a jail, everything had to stay locked, with alarms, in case she got out...like a prisoner, a criminal...an animal.

So when I met Rita, I was completely alone....only I was busy all the time.  And Rita helped, she helped me realize that I...I was still alive.  And healthy....and needed another human.

And so we became close......lovers.  I never thought I could fall in love again, but, I hear that if your marriage is good, it's easier.

I just, couldn't grasp that Rita, and Ellie, could be in the same room, and Ellie, had no idea.

I saw the ad for the experimental medication.  What did we have to lose that we hadn't already lost?....They warned us it could be a placebo Eleanor was given, but we had nothing to lose....Ellie was already ....gone.

So we tried.  And they said the odds were against it working, because it was so new.  And it didn't work....not right away......so we figured it was the placebo......and then......

I asked Rita, what if it did work, what if Ellie came back?

Rita said we could jump off that bridge when we came to it!  And I agreed.  What could happen?  How could our lives be even more complicated?

But they can be - and they are.....because Ellie, who I once thought was gone....is now....coming back, a little at a time, but I am starting to see her in her eyes...(hard for him), and I......I still love her.....and I love Rita.....and I feel like a young man in the middle of a movie he didn't ever want to go see!  And yet, here he is, right in the middle.....only the end hasn't been written.....

          (He turns to leave, stops, looks back)

Or has it?  Maybe.....I just don't want to know.....

           (Lights down, end of scene)
      
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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
JanetSTigerMonologueMania.blogspot.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Monologue Mania Day # 435 by Janet S. Tiger Return April 23, 2015

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free monologue a day- for a whole year-and still going!
                                                                    first year -  Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 13, 2015
I've continued with a monologue a day until the spirit moves me to stop, so if you have any ideas for a monologue you want me to write, please let me know at tigerteam1@gmail.com.  Some days - like today - will be reruns that are re-written a bit.  Hope they are improved!
If you just started this blog and want to read the earlier monologues-
     To start at the beginning - Feb. 13, - 
click here.
     For a list of the blurbs from each day, 
click here  There are now over 400!

 
Help  a playwright and get  more great  award-winning monologues - 
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 If you'd like to write your own monologues, I happen to have a book for that -
            How to Write a Monologue in 10 Easy Lessons (Well, maybe not so easy)
Thank you for your comments - and for liking and sharing this site.  Wishing you much success!
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Monologue Mania Day # 435 by Janet S. Tiger  Return April 23, 2015

                                   Return
                      (from a play about an experimental Alzheimer's drug that might work)
                                                        by Janet S. Tiger
                                                © 2014 all rights reserved
                                                   tigerteam1@gmail.com

        (An older woman walks on slowly, she is deep in thought.)

I remember losing my memory.  How does that work?  They gave me a new medicine, that I can't remember the name of......it had a long, very hard to pronounce name with x and z and ine and I think I'll call it alphabet soup, because it truly must have all the letters......

How can I remember losing my memory.  How is that possible?

And today, for the first time, I feel like, how can I put it?  I feel like.... me.

But....who am I?

I know.....my name is Eleanor.  That I recall.  I am married to a nice man, his name is Jeffrey...or is it Mitchell, wait, that's Jeffrey's brother.....We were married for a long time....(thinks)  we are still married I believe.   We have children....

        (She looks at some photos)

Lovely children....three of them.  And....there was one....

        (She touches her stomach)

One did not make it.

         (She looks around the room)

I feel like.....I am being born, but not as a baby, as an adult.

It feels like someone...(searching for the words)...someone found the plug and put it in the right socket.  It's as if....I could see the world, but not touch it, then something reconnected me....to the world.  So I can talk again, and it makes some sense, to others.......

         (She picks up a sweater, looks at it)

This is not my sweater.

          (She sniffs it)

It has ....another scent on it.....of another woman.

          (She starts to realize)

My husband has another woman here in the house.  Is she here to take care of me, or to take care of him?  Or both of us?

 What do I feel?  Am I mad?  Or sad?  Or happy that he is happy?  Because I know he wasn't.  He would look at me and there would be such sadness in his eyes, and I would tell him in my head how much I loved him, but those words did not come out of my mouth......

What would come out would be.........'Who are you?....Do I know you? ......Can I go home?'  When I was home.

I remember.....wandering down the street to Ellen's house, only she wasn't home, because she moved away 25 years ago......that's when I first knew something was wrong.  Because....in my mind....she was still there.  I could walk down and tell her how frightened I was about what I was becoming......

And now.....what I am now?  Am I me....or a shadow of me?  Or was the me I was yesterday the shadow and now I am coming back into focus, like a Polaroid developing.......

         (She finds a bottle of pills and looks at it.  She is very moved.  She picks up another, is almost crying)

I can read the label......I can read the label.....I remember looking at pages in books, and I couldn't understand them, and now I can.  These must be the medicines......they have all the letters!  (Reads slowly)  Rivastigmine (Exelon) and....
Galantamine (Razadyne).....all the letters!  I was right, even x, y and z!  

       (She puts down the bottles carefully where she found them)

No one likes when I put things back in the wrong place, so I'll leave them right here, where they were...only where am I now?  The Alzheimer's was taking me down the last part of the journey, now....I am well, but I am....really lost!

         (She turns to leave, stops, looks back)

I am like a crew member on Columbus' ship - I have a reached a new world and I have no idea where I am, but I am happy to be here......on the shore....

          (Lights down, end of scene)


        
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JanetSTigerMonologueMania.blogspot.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8




     

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Monologue Mania Day # 434 by Janet S. Tiger Not Enough Phones April 22, 2015

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free monologue a day- for a whole year-and still going!
                                                                    first year -  Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 13, 2015
I've continued with a monologue a day until the spirit moves me to stop, so if you have any ideas for a monologue you want me to write, please let me know at tigerteam1@gmail.com.  Some days - like today - will be reruns that are re-written a bit.  Hope they are improved!
If you just started this blog and want to read the earlier monologues-
     To start at the beginning - Feb. 13, - 
click here.
     For a list of the blurbs from each day, 
click here  There are now over 400!

 
Help  a playwright and 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 -
            How to Write a Monologue in 10 Easy Lessons (Well, maybe not so easy)
Thank you for your comments - and for liking and sharing this site.  Wishing you much success!
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Monologue Mania Day # 434 by Janet S. Tiger  April 22, 2015

                                 Not Enough Phones
                                                         by Janet S. Tiger
                                                © 2014 all rights reserved
                                                   tigerteam1@gmail.com

                 (Man runs out, listening for something, very upset)

Don't you hear it?  Please tell me where that phone is!  I can hear it ringing somewhere in this apartment!

      (Looks everywhere)

I realize it might seem as if I have a few too many phones.....

All right, I can see your point....I am one man, with a two bedroom apartment and I have four phones in my kitchen - two regular and two traveling.....or as they are called on the box....cordless! 

Then one in my bathroom – traveling….cordless…..for next to the throne….. essential!  I feel like a king!

Another three in my office bedroom - one for the stock market, a back-up for the stock market...ooh, that is a pretty phone!  I love that phone, it's new, only 27.99 from Rite-Aid....and it has a yellow light that flashes when the phone rings, so beautiful!

And a traveling phone related to the one in the kitchen.  Then, a solid one in my real bedroom, along with a traveling, I mean cordless from one of the other places......does that count as one or two if I move it into another room…..

(Thinking) But how do I count the cell phone?  That’s not a regular line….but it is a phone….what’s the problem?  Sleeping with the phones!  They all ring!

And now, I am trying to go to sleep, and to go to sleep I need to turn them all off, so they won't ring and wake me up when a marketer from the firm of 'want to buy something worthless at 7 am' calls!

Or the company of 'we have a free medical device for you' decides that I cannot live without their easily insertable product!

And if even one stays on, I am doomed!
  Doomed you hear!  So where is it?

       (Looks at the ceiling)

The problem with these newfangled phones is that their sound is made out of LCD or something strange and it rings in one room but is actually far away!  The object- drive you crazy!

        (Sits with head in hands)

I love phones!  You want me to get rid of a few ...well, I won't, you hear me!  I am going to be the Chuck Yeager of telephones! 

That's what he did, you know, Yeager was approaching the speed of sound and the airplane started to vibrate, which indicated it could disintegrate at any time - like the other planes had when they approached the speed of sound.  But he figured - what the hell!  If he was gonna die, let him go out in a blaze of glory!  So he speeded up, and the vibrating stopped!  And he broke the sound barrier and survived!  And that is what I will do!  I will keep all these phones.....

And I will get some more!  More phones!  Until I break the …phone barrier!

         (He turns to leave, starts to skip out, stops,  looks back)

Wait, my birthday is coming up, and everyone always asks what to get me…..at 87, I never know what to say….if they get me a blonde, what’ll I do with her?  Most food is off limits because of my medications…..but now I have the solution…..they can get me…a phone!  I have a lot of family and friends who are still alive….they can all bring me …..phones!

        (He exits happy, to the next dimension of phones)

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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
JanetSTigerMonologueMania.blogspot.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8