Friday, April 29, 2016

Monologue Mania Day #807 Memories (for the play Early Onset) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Apr. 29, 2016

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- for a whole year-and still going!

                                                                    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, so 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 #807 Memories (for Early Onset) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Apr. 29,  2016          

        First scene from this play is Day # 781

                                                      Memories  
                                                                
                                                      (for Early Onset)

                                     A monologue by Janet S. Tiger  (c) 2016 all rights reserved
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          (This is FRANK, JR. a man in his fifties, with early Alzheimer's, only not so early anymore.  He is sitting, looking at the TV, which we hear has on a cops show - lots of shooting.  He is watching dully, then all of a sudden he sits up, turns off the TV)

What is this?  I can't believe I watched that again.  I know.....I mean, I know I'm losing it, but sometimes, sometimes....I remember stuff.  Like....I was like those guys in the show.....with guns, and bullets.....only a few times......maybe that's why I have these....memories in my head......

           (He walks around, looking at items in the room)

These are all things I know....but I don't know.  Like .....why did I become a policeman?  It had something to do with....what?  Was it a show I saw when I was I kid?  What was the name?  Adam-12.....I liked it.  I liked the uniforms.

How the guys stood up tall and never took any crap from anyone.....I wanted to be like that......but it was earlier.....it was.....when I was little........

           (He puts his head in his hands)

Why is this so hard?  What was my shield number?  What was the code for officer down?  What was my partner's name....Jerry.....Don......Peter.......

           (He picks up a baseball from the bookshelf)

What was my father doing pushing my mother?  What happened?  Why....why was it so important?

            (He looks at the baseball, examining it for a moment, then we see his shoulders slump, and he stands there, arms at his sides, dropping the ball.  His father has been watching, comes into the room, sits him down in the chair and turns on the TV.  Lights down, end of scene)


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Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

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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 info.  

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Monologue Mania Day #808 Night of Magic(for Walpurgis Night) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Apr. 30, 2016

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- for a whole year-and still going!

                                                                    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, so if you have any ideas for a monologue you want me to write, please let me know at tigerteam1@gmail.com.

If you just started this blog and want to read the earlier monologues-
     

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Monologue Mania Day #808 Night of Magic (for Walpurgis)  by Janet S. Tiger (c) Apr. 30,  2016                                                                     
                                                                 Night of Magic
                                                                  (for Walpurgis Night) 
                                     A monologue by Janet S. Tiger  (c) 2016 all rights reserved
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          (An actor comes out dressed in black, very dramatic - different parts of the monologue can be performed with different accents - Irish, Swedish, English)

Do you remember the night - it's the 30th of April!  Exactly half a year from All Hallows Eve!  But ours is truly the night of magic!  Where all the REAL enchantment happens!  Forget about (says with disdain)  Halloween!  That's for the commercials, for all the candy....for  (spits it out) fun-sized M&Ms...but ..tonight.....this is MAGIC!

          (Waves hands and points)

Can you see it, my friends?  Look!  It's the burning of the witches!      

The smoke means they are all gone.....you ask how I know about all this....well, I was there.....I was a witch, burned with the others.......for centuries, I have been in the carnivals....and the festivals.....and the food.....and the wine.....mmm, that wine!

In Sweden, in Finland....if you are past midnight......that's the time to be kissed......and the traditions go through all the countries.....Walpurgnisnight...where the sorcerors and the witches meet.....our last night for mischief before the lighter half of the year......and the magic is real........

So come join us tonight......because you can always use.....a bit of magic in your life.....

           (Turns to leave, stops, looks back)

And where you are now...... the magic takes place always!  Because everyone knows that no matter what the day... is magic is.....the theater!
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For more info on Walpurgis Night https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walpurgis_Night
Only half a year to Halloween!


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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

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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 info.  

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Monologue Mania Day #805 YAB by Janet S. Tiger (c) Apr. 27, 2016

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- for a whole year-and still going!

                                                                    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, so if you have any ideas for a monologue you want me to write, please let me know at tigerteam1@gmail.com.

If you just started this blog and want to read the earlier monologues-
     

     For a list of the titles and blurbs from each day, 
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Monologue Mania Day #805 by Janet S. Tiger (c) Apr. 27,  2016                                                                     
                                                        YAB                  
                                     A monologue by Janet S. Tiger  (c) 2016 all rights reserved
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          (This is an older Southern woman, and she is proud of it - both the older and the Southern)

Well, honey, you sure look like hell on toast, come on in, sit down, I think I know what's ailin' you....

          (Listens, smiles)

I may not be no doctor, but anyone can see you got a serious case of the YAB!

Nevah heard of it?  Well, you don't have to know the name to take the blame is what I allus heard, YAB is easy it's....... the Year Ago Blues.

You heard me honey, and it makes sense, don't it?  Last year was a helluva year.....whenever you have one a those, it's a year you nevah forget!  Maybe it's a year when you had to move from a place you loved……..or had to stay! in a bad job!…….or maybe it was a year   when your youngest, the one you allus thought had the most sense, meets a Navy guy from the base and runs off with him after two weeks!  Runs off and ends up married, with not just one baby, but twins!....in some far off place like Korea!  Or maybe it was a year that your husband decided to loan his buddy the money for some stupid new business.....and we have not seen the buddy since......(more serious)  or maybe.....it was a year when someone died......or worse.....got really sick and needed a lot of attention......and then they died....

Any way you look at it.....a bad year.......but it's ovah, and one day you wake up and you feel good!  The trees are green again, and the sky is blue and the sun makes your heart warm instead a givin' you a burn.........

So why the sad?  Well, it's kinda like a cold, my friend.....you know how you get a miserable cold, and you are in bed for days, and finally, one day it's gone and you feel good and then.....BAM!

          (She smacks her hand on her hip)

It's back!  Like your po’ relatives with their hands out!  You start sneezin' and the cough is back and you feel like hell......for about a few hours......why?  you don't REALLY have that cold back ....and you don't really have that year back....it just seems that way because somethin' in ya wants you to remember how bad it was......so's you can enjoy the sun and remember.....the good days....the healthy days....don't last forever.....you gotta enjoy 'em while you can......

And that my friend is YAB- the year ago blues.....and you got 'em, and I know what helps to get rid of 'm.......right heah in ma kitchen....so you just set a spell and I'll get you some coffee and some fresh pie......

         (She turns to leave, stops, looks back, takes a flask out of her pocket)

And some of my Daddy's special whiskey!

         (She takes a swig and waves as she exits to a year of good)




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Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

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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 info.  

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Monologue Mania Day #804 10,000 Hours (for Osculation) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Apr. 26, 2016

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- for a whole year-and still going!

                                                                    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, so if you have any ideas for a monologue you want me to write, please let me know at tigerteam1@gmail.com.

If you just started this blog and want to read the earlier monologues-
     

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Monologue Mania Day #804 10,000 Hours (for Osculation) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Apr. 26,  2016 

Dedicated to my dear Irene, who inspired this piece - because she, too, is not fond of math!

 Other monologues from Osculation (or Love and Math in the Time of Chemistry) are on
                                                                                                 Days # 308, 470, 490, 698, 750
                                    10,000 Hours
                                                          (for Osculation)                                              
                                        (Not really)   A monologue by Janet S. Tiger  (c) 2016 all rights reserved
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        (ARIANA and ISAAC come out, she is trying to retain her cool,  HE is not understanding at all)

ARIANA -    Did I hear you right?  What did you just say?

ISAAC -  I said you need to work harder.......

          (She looks at him like she wants to kill him, then takes a deep breath)

ARIANA - You like numbers, right?

       (He nods)

ARIANA - -  Ok, here' a number - 10,000.  

ISAAC -  I always loved 10,000!  it's 100 squared!  Or 10 to the 4th!  A great number!

ARIANA -  Have you ever heard of .....10,000 hours?

ISAAC -  Yeah, that's a theory by Malcolm Gladwell that the number of hours before you get successful at something is 10,000, and then you've mastered it and great things start to happen....

          (She gives him a glaring look)

ISAAC -  Is that the name of a new band or something?

ARIANA -  Amazing.......but no, it's not the name of a band, although who knows, one day...but you were right the first time....

ISAAC -  So what's with the look?

ARIANA - How many hours do you think I'VE done in math?  Think about it, Mr. Genius named after Isaac Newton!  I am 18, in school, hating math, since I was 6......12 years of hate.....at 1000 hours a year....even I know that's more than 10,000!

ISAAC -  Actually, I don't think you did 1000 hours a year......\

ARIANA - Oh, no?  Pray tell how many do you think I did?  

ISAAC -  Well, at 10 months in the school year.....

ARIANA - Summer school every year......no time off for bad behavior.....

ISAAC -  (Horrified)  Every year?

                (She nods)

ISAAC -  Even so, let's say 300 days a year.....at one hour a day....

ARIANA - Who told you an hour?  I would've been screaming happy if it was only an hour!  Figure two, three hours A DAY!   Three hours a day times 300....that's......

ISAAC-  That's 900....

ARIANA -  (Annoyed, but glad he said it)  I knew that......  and 900 times 12....

ISAAC -  That's.....whoa....you might be right, I mean....three hours a day.....

ARIANA -  More than three hours!  Three hours of compounded disinterest times a million!  I have reached the 10,000 hours weeks ago, months ago, maybe last year and all I can ask is this?  Why aren't I good at math yet?  Bigger question - why am I not Albert Einstein?  If that rule is true....

ISAAC -  Well, actually, it's a theory, and a theory is.....

ARIANA -  I don't care what anything is!  All I know is that after the one million hours I still hate math!  And.....I am sure....it hates me back!  I have tried and I have cried and I have had too many tutors to remember....with one dubious accomplishment.....I made all of them cry, too!  Not one lasted!  And what could I have done with all those hours!  I could have learned another few languages, I could have memorized the encyclopedia, not just parts of it.....I could have learned to be a great artist and spent my time drawing and painting and sculpting....but NOOOOOO!  I had to do......MATH!

So don't you dare tell me......do you hear?  Don't you ever say to me again, that I, ME - don't work HARD ENOUGH!  

        (She storms out and he watches her go, still amazed)

ISAAC -  But I didn't say that......

        (He turns to leave, stops, looks back)

ISAAC -  Or did I?

        (Lights dim as he exits.  Blackout)

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        (ARIANA  come out, she is trying to retain her cool,)

ARIANA -    Did I hear you right?  What did you just say?


           (Shakes her head, fuming)


ARIANA - Okay, you like numbers, right?

       (He nods)

ARIANA - -  Ok, here' a number - 10,000.  ..10,000 hours......

          (She gives him a glaring look)


ARIANA -  No, it's not the name of a band!  It's a theory by a guy named Malcolm Gladwell that the number of hours before you get successful at something is 10,000, and then you've mastered it and great things start to happen....(Getting more annoyed)   How many hours do you think I'VE done in math?  Think about it, Mr. Genius named after Isaac Newton!  I am 18, in school, hating math, since I was 6......12 years of hate.....at 1000 hours a year....even I know that's more than 10,000!

           (She leans over to listen, raises her eyebrows).\

ARIANA - Oh, no?  Pray tell how many do you think I did?  And it wasn't 10 months in the school year.....it was summer school every year......no time off for bad behavior.....and who told you an hour a day?  I would've been screaming happy if it was only an hour!  Figure two, three hours A DAY!   Three hours a day times 300 days in a year, give or take....that's......(thinks hard, uses fingers)  900!
And it was more than three hours a day!  Three hours of compounded disinterest times a million!  I have reached the 10,000 hours  months ago, maybe last year and all I can ask is this?  Why aren't I good at math yet?  Bigger question - why am I not Albert Einstein?  If that rule is true....and don't try to tell me a rule is not a theory.....I don't care!

 I don't care what anything is!  All I know is that after the one million hours I still hate math!  And.....I am sure....it hates me back!  I have tried and I have cried and I have had too many tutors to remember....with one dubious accomplishment.....I made all of them cry, too!  Not one lasted!  And what could I have done with all those hours!  I could have learned another few languages, I could have memorized the encyclopedia, not just parts of it.....I could have learned to be a great artist and spent my time drawing and painting and sculpting....but NOOOOOO!  I had to do......MATH!


So don't you dare tell me......do you hear?  Don't you ever say to me again, that I, ME - don't work HARD ENOUGH!  


        (She storms out.  Blackout.)




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10,000 Hours is a real theory - more here- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Outliers_(book)
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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

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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 info.  

Monday, April 25, 2016

Monologue Mania Day #803 The Joy of Sox (revised) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Apr. 25, 2016

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- for a whole year-and still going!

                                                                    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, so if you have any ideas for a monologue you want me to write, please let me know at tigerteam1@gmail.com.

If you just started this blog and want to read the earlier monologues-
     

     For a list of the titles and blurbs from each day, 
click here  There are now over 800!
 
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.  Wishing you much success!
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Monologue Mania Day #803 The Joy of Sox (revised) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Apr. 25,  2016 

This was first posted Apr. 19, 2014 Day #66 (also there, because at the time it was true! -Only 299 days to go!)
                            

                        The Joy of Sox                                
                                        by Janet S. Tiger 
                           © 2014 all rights reservedtigerteam1@gmail.com


            (A man comes out onstage, he has a very big bag of….socks.  Which he opens up, and      dumps  on the ground, stares at audience in hostility.)

I know that nowadays, everybody has a fascination with things that, when I was younger, were never discussed in public.

These private functions were discussed behind barns and in closets where they belonged, with snickers and giggles, because the images were funny….and never, ever referred to in front of…(whispers)  the children.

But now, things are ….different.

Which is why I like to return to the simple things in life – the joy….of socks.

Let me explain why I can discuss this publicly.

Here is a pair of socks.  

            (He holds it up to illustrate)

They are happy, perfectly matched.  Watch as they are mated together, to be kept in a warm, happy drawer until they make someone’s feet very cozy…

            (He takes the two socks and puts them together, opening the top of one pair and enclosing             the other, suggestively)

Mmm.....so nice!  So ....warm......and when I put them in a drawer like this, I can think all day about them......enveloped in each other's love......


            (He hugs the socks, puts them lovingly back in the bag, then looks in)

Now see these socks……

            (He picks up a sock with a hole in it.)

How could this bring joy?

Because if you look at this sock, you see the years of faithful service…..and.....judging by the size of the hole, many years!  

            (He pokes his fingers through the hole, wiggles them around, suggestively)

And notice how smooth the material has become, how gentle against the skin.

            (He rubs the sock against his face, smiling)

And look at all these socks…..

            (He now gets animated, sits down and starts putting on a new pair of socks, smiling.)

Some are matched, but others have lost their partners, they are the wild ones!  Always a new love......and it certainly doesn’t matter to my feet!

            (He picks up the others, holding them to his chest.)

They are all different styles and colors, yet they do not fight!  They do not start wars, they do not argue over who did not put the toilet seat down!  They are happy!  They are content to make others happy!  They are…….perfect!

            (He pours the socks over his head, shivering in ecstasy, rolling in them.)  

(Going wild)  I love them all!  Why can’t anyone understand this?  They don’t argue with me, or ask to borrow the car?  Or want to marry drunks!  They hurt no one, and they only give joy! And that is why, I cannot….no…I will not!..... discard these socks.   And if my wife wishes me to do that, she should be coming here to see a therapist, not me!

            (He gathers the socks, and puts them lovingly back in the bag, starts to leave.)

You’ll have to excuse me….I think I need to go change….my socks.

            (He exits, tiptoeing.  The end)



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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

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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 info.