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Monologue Mania Day #479 But.....by Janet S. Tiger June 6, 2015
Monologue Mania Day #479 But.....by Janet S. Tiger June 6, 2015
(for Celebrity)
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
(This is for a woman who is somewhere in her thirties, but would like to think she looks younger. She has been listening the younger actress and now she holds up her hand)
So what you're saying, essentially, is that Hollywood, this whole business....is a cesspool? Right? That even though the people you meet act nice ...but....underneath everyone is lying and nobody cares about the truth? Well you knew that when you came to the dance, didn't you? Weren't you the one who agreed to go out with my brother, is now engaged to my brother....knowing damn well that he never liked girls.....will never like girls.....and that if you get married, you will have to put up with his boyfriends in your home. Working for you as chauffeurs, and as 'business' associates....taking trips with him, and.....when all the curtains are drawn, sleeping with him.
(She goes to the bar and takes a drink, swirling it in her hand)
And you agreed to all this so you could get into a big movie with him, so that he can look straight.....somehow, I think you need to go back to your Bible and check out the line about.....how does it go? Something about she who gets cast throwing the first stone? Because threatening to out my brother is not the greatest idea.....have you seen that new play, The Queen's Party? You should go. One of the characters decides to....what's a polite word for it?......ah, blackmail....blackmail one of the gay men that comes to the private party.......that character disappears, never to be seen again. It's a comedy. But from what I understand, it is based ......on a story that is very true.
(She takes the empty glass and throws it at the wall offstage, we hear the crash. She does not react.)
So what you're saying, essentially, is that Hollywood, this whole business....is a cesspool? Right? That even though the people you meet act nice ...but....underneath everyone is lying and nobody cares about the truth? Well you knew that when you came to the dance, didn't you? Weren't you the one who agreed to go out with my brother, is now engaged to my brother....knowing damn well that he never liked girls.....will never like girls.....and that if you get married, you will have to put up with his boyfriends in your home. Working for you as chauffeurs, and as 'business' associates....taking trips with him, and.....when all the curtains are drawn, sleeping with him.
(She goes to the bar and takes a drink, swirling it in her hand)
And you agreed to all this so you could get into a big movie with him, so that he can look straight.....somehow, I think you need to go back to your Bible and check out the line about.....how does it go? Something about she who gets cast throwing the first stone? Because threatening to out my brother is not the greatest idea.....have you seen that new play, The Queen's Party? You should go. One of the characters decides to....what's a polite word for it?......ah, blackmail....blackmail one of the gay men that comes to the private party.......that character disappears, never to be seen again. It's a comedy. But from what I understand, it is based ......on a story that is very true.
(She takes the empty glass and throws it at the wall offstage, we hear the crash. She does not react.)
If you didn't like the game, you shouldn't have asked to be cut into the deal.....because one thing you learn in this business, everyone can back out of a deal, but..... that doesn't mean you can ever get back into the game....
(She turns to leave, looks back.)
It may be a cesspool honey, but......it's our cesspool!
(She laughs as she exits. End of scene)
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Below is the monologue from one year ago today - same feelings, only better.....with one year in our new home under our belts....we still thank everyone who helped us through those very long days.
M- Day-
Moving Day
by Janet S. Tiger
(c) June 6, 2014 all rights reserved
(A woman comes onstage. She is carrying a bag. She is smiling)
We did it. We moved. And I am home.......thank you God.......
Today our family moved - from a house we'd been in for 26 years. It was not easy, but we did it.
Not enough boxes, too much stuff. Too many decisions....a tsunami of decisions. And, like a tsunami, the weeks, months of anticipation, the horror of the impending event, the sucking back of the sea as everyone runs for the hills, never fast enough, never enough boxes, always too much stuff. Then the wave hits, and the power is amazing, the strength of the elements pouring on you......time gets shorter and shorter and as the wave of the move fully hits, you are just struggling to stay alive, with no way of holding onto anything concrete (as all the concrete has sunk) and only boxes are floating by.
Then the wave is gone - and only the debris remains. The items that should have been thrown out, back on your shore. Other treasures gone forever. And the most valuable lesson of working together to succeed is the finest memory you have.
Not to compare moving with anything very serious - like an illness or death.
Not enough boxes, too much stuff. Too many decisions....a tsunami of decisions. And, like a tsunami, the weeks, months of anticipation, the horror of the impending event, the sucking back of the sea as everyone runs for the hills, never fast enough, never enough boxes, always too much stuff. Then the wave hits, and the power is amazing, the strength of the elements pouring on you......time gets shorter and shorter and as the wave of the move fully hits, you are just struggling to stay alive, with no way of holding onto anything concrete (as all the concrete has sunk) and only boxes are floating by.
Then the wave is gone - and only the debris remains. The items that should have been thrown out, back on your shore. Other treasures gone forever. And the most valuable lesson of working together to succeed is the finest memory you have.
Not to compare moving with anything very serious - like an illness or death.
Perspective.
Today was also the anniversary of an incredible day - D- Day, and no problems with moving - nothing I could write ever write - could come close to the experience those people went through on that incredible day. A day that changed the world forever.
Just like this move will change my world forever.
Something to think about.
(She starts to exit, looks back)
Now where the hell are my glasses?
(She shakes her head and goes to look for them.)
(Not the end - the beginning of a new chapter.....a huge thank you to family and friends who helped us during this incredibly difficult time. We have a safe roof over our heads, and we are ready to face the future with renewed faith in our fellow human beings. You are awesome - and you know who you are!)
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Janet S. Tiger
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Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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