Thursday, September 11, 2014

Monologue Mania Day # 211 by Janet S. Tiger 9/11 Sept. 11, 2014

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Monologue Mania Day # 211 by Janet S. Tiger        Sept. 11, 2014


    This is the last scene of the play/screenplay Radio Row started on Day # 158 – but I believe the monologue can stand alone.  Please let me know what you think – thanks. 

                                           9/11
                                   (for Radio Row)
                                 A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved
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               (This is for a movie concept, but it could be onstage with some clever staging ideas.  The narrator comes out, he is older, in his forties now, he is watching the sky and we can see a wrecking ball come across the stage, hear the noise of the smashing against concrete and steel, glass.  It is an awesome sound)

And so it ended, Radio Row, with a wrecking ball and me watching the end of an era......

              (We can see and hear the past through his ears and eyes, the previous scenes, the people, the machines, all jumbled, crashing together.)

It was an awesome sight, the sign of a new time......

             (We now see the Twin Towers being built, hear the sounds of construction.  And with digital help, see the towers growing)

From the graves of the Radio Row stores, grew up the World Trade Center buildings, the symbols of New York, which made an amazing light in the sky.....

            (The Towers are built and the lights on them are brilliant, the opening of the towers a sea of incredible sensations., as we see the millions who visited, including the narrator and family)

I took my children there.....

           (He shows them the roof and the restaurant, the elevators, it is more than impressive, and they are mightily impressed)

But I could never get my brother to come......

          (We see the funeral of his brother in solemn contrast to the lights on the towers)

He cursed the towers with his last breath, and then one day, twenty years to the day he died.......

           (There is a flash, an explosion, and the towers are falling)

9/11

Much as he hated those towers, I don't think he wanted anything like this to happen!  I think..

           (We see his brother, as a younger man, watching the towers come down in horror, and he bows his head and is shaking)

I think ......he would have cried.

When those buildings fell, the world watched, but for those of us who were there when it was just Radio Row, we knew that planes may make a dent in us......

           (There is a switch now to the planes of Pearl Harbor, and the two days of horror merge)

Like they tried to do on that earlier day in December 1941.....But they can never destroy us.......we will rise from the ashes stronger and more resolute.....

          (The lights of the towers are seen, and the shadows of the new buildings slowly rise from the dust of the old.  Behind the growing buildings the names of the stores from the past flicker, beneath the sign......Radio Row.......)

Just like our family did......

         (He puts his arm around his brother as they watch the new buildings grow as the lights fade on the Radio Row sign.)

Goodnight, Eddie.....don't worry, I'll close up.......See you in the morning......

          (They walk off together as the sun begins to come up.  The end.)


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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Monologue Mania Day # 210 by Janet S. Tiger ? Sept. 10, 2014

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Monologue Mania Day # 210 by Janet S. Tiger      ?    Sept. 10, 2014
          Parental alert - rough language             
                                            ?
                                 A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved
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          (A teenage girl sulks onto the stage.  She is dressed in whatever is the most annoying to her parents.)

Yeah, doctor.  I like to lie.  So what?  What is the big deal about lying?  I mean, what is truth?  We just had some unit in my stupid history class about (imitates teacher)  'Accuracy in reporting'

(Herself again, laughs)  Like anyone gives a shit!  Oh, sorry, I forgot...can I curse in here?

          (Listens)

Good, because I really don't care what you think of my language, I just know some adults get their asses all bent out of shape when kids curse.  It's funny, these are the same adults who do all kinds of weird stuff....like this one teacher I had last year, she was all strait-laced, you know?  And then she was called out to the hall for something, and one of the guys took her phone off her desk and looked through it, and there were all these naked pictures of her with her boyfriend!  So he sent the photos to everyone on her address book!  Including us in the class!

        (Laughs)

And then when she came into class, he had like, put the phone back, so she didn't know, but in like ten seconds the principal comes running into the room and he's steaming mad and shaking the phone at her and when she sees the photo on his phone, she turns bright red!  Like the color of blood!  Whoa!  That was my favorite day in school -EVER!

       (Calms a bit, listens)

Well, that wasn't a lie, I mean, it really was my favorite day in school ever.....

       (Listens)

Oh, you mean the other stuff.

      (She walks around for a moment, touching things in the room)

Why does everyone care so much about lying....everyone does it.  You do it, too, doctor, you probably tell your wife she looks ok in those pants that make her look fat.  And you tell your kids you're listening when you're probably thinking about how you want to go play golf.....and you tell my parents that talking is going to help me, when we both know that's a super big lie.

       (She listens, then stands up straight)

So what?  So what if I go online and show guys photos of a hot girl and then I tell guys they are gonna get laid when they meet me and then I never show up?  So what!

       (She turns away.)

I couldn't help it if that guy got mad and then went nuts!  I mean that wasn't my fault!  What the hell are these stupid guys doing online?  I'm not responsible for all the assholes that go online!

        (Listens)

(Quiet)  Do I lie to myself?

Interesting question.  Which brings us back to the original question for all eternity - what is truth?

Am I truly here?  What do I honestly think of all this?  What is reality?

        (She runs a hand over one arm)

What the hell is wrong with me that I cut myself when something goes wrong......That I like to see the blood, that is doesn't even hurt when I put the blade into my skin......What the fuck is wrong with me to do that?  And will I do worse?  Would I ever cut someone else?  Or...my parents biggest worry....

         (She takes her finger and draws it across her neck)

Will I kill myself?

         (Takes a deep breath)

What do you think, doctor?

        (Looks at her watch)

Oops, times up!  Gotta go.......

         (She turns to leave, stops, looks back)

Why do I lie?  .....Because then nobody bothers me, that's why.....

         (She exits.  Not the end of lying)

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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Monologue Mania Day # 209 by Janet S. Tiger Narco Sept. 9, 2014

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free monologue a day
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Monologue Mania Day # 209 by Janet S. Tiger  Sept. 9, 2014
                                            Narco
                                 A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved
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       (Slight sound of snoring is heard, and a woman comes out with a pillow and cover.  She puts it on the ground.)

I have had narcolepsy for many years.   I have been to all types of specialists, had all kinds of tests, been in groups with other narcos.......

       (She gives a giant yawn.)

But now, after all this time - and money, let's not forget the money....the doctors have told me there is nothing else they can do for me...... I just have to keep on with my life......so long as I don't drive......and this acting class is a good way to stay busy....

       (She plumps up the pillow, but she is moving more slowly now.)

I have a whole monologue ready.......but I just need to take a tiny rest.........

      (She takes the pillow and sinks into it.)

Aaahhhhh.......

       (She is now snoring loudly, and her leg shakes once in awhile.  Then, in her sleep, she laughs and shakes, rolling in laughter, suddenly she bolts awake)
 
Was that as good for you?  I hope so!

        (She bows and turns to leave, then stops and turns back to pick up the pillow and cover)

Have to go, need to get home before I fall asleep again.....

       (She exits, and as she leaves, we hear snoring.  The........zzzzzz..)

     



       

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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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Monday, September 8, 2014

Monologue Mania Day # 208 by Janet S. Tiger Flowers for Jerry Sept. 8, 2014

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Monologue Mania Day # 208 by Janet S. Tiger Flowers for Jerry Sept. 8, 2014
      
                                                  Flowers for Jerry 
                                 A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved
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            (The woman comes out dressed all in black.  She is older, but not finished yet. She holds flowers,  looks down)

Hello, Jerry.

          (Shakes her head)

I'm sorry it had to end this way, too.

But you wanted it like this.  You signed those papers about how if you were on life support, you didn't want to be a vegetable.  Now you're just......vegetable matter.  I guess all that matters is.....just like in life, you got what you wanted.

Hope you're happy.

         (She puts down the flowers.)

I don't know why people bring flowers to graves.  I guess it gives us something to do.  After all, what else could we bring?  I doubt books make more sense, or chocolate cake.

Although, I don't know, what's the difference?  Whatever we leave out here rots, right along with all the bodies.

Something I still don't get....in all those papers, why didn't you leave your body to science?  I mean, it would have saved me some money, but it might've have had some scientific value .....(bitter)...maybe they could've learned something about how a man who drank a bottle of Scotch every day for over 65 years could still function enough to wake up in the morning.

Of course, it was morning when you got hit by that car, so maybe you weren't drunk enough yet to survive an accident like that.  (Remembering)  Not like the first accident, when I was pregnant with Andy, and you were smashed, and driving, and I begged you to go slower.......and we both went through the window....and you...you didn't have a scratch on you.

       (She touches her face)

I still have the scars.....

Of course, those aren't the only scars, are they?  Most of them are on the inside.

Those only show to God.

And I don't think he's paying much attention to me now.  Not after last week.

       (Sighs)

Pulling the plug.  I mean, I know I could've argued with it, not told them about your last requests.

Not shown the papers.

(Cold)  But I wanted them to know.

I wanted them to pull the plug.

        (She kneels down)

You see, Jerry, I knew a lot of things you never thought I did.  I knew about that girl in Washington, where you went on business so much.  And that baby she had.

I knew a lot.

       (She stands up)

And I felt you squeeze my hand.  I knew you were still in there, Jerry, but I didn't care anymore.  You know why?  Because I just couldn't take any more.

Enough.  I guess ....I pulled the plug long before they did.

      (She turns to go, then stops, turns back, leans over, picks up the flowers)

And I guess, you don't really need these, either.

       (She exits.  The end...for Jerry, not for her.)

      
       

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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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Monologue Mania Day # 207 by Janet S. Tiger The Devil Speaks Sept. 7, 2014

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Monologue Mania Day # 207 by Janet S. Tiger The Devil Speaks Sept. 7, 2014
      
           Note - This monologue is the response to Day # 206, Interview with the Devil Sept. 6, 2014   
                                 The Devil Speaks
                                 A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved
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         (The reporter, Diane Walter, listens as the sheriff speaks, and then takes a cigarette and lights it, smiling)

Well, Sheriff, I am impressed.  Sometimes I forget that people can put me under a microscope, maybe because no one ever does.  

         (She puts her head back and starts to laugh, coughing a bit as she does.)

But you have, and you have done a damned good job....for a sheriff.  And as for being the devil, why do you think I wore this blue dress?

         (They laugh together, and she reaches over to touch his hand.)

Did you, by any chance, find out anything about my childhood, too?

Wait, don't tell me, it was hard to find.  Well, that is a bit intentional, too.  I really don't like people knowing too much about me.

But you are right, this is not my usual story interest.  And I truly doubt if the family-type publications I usually sell to will have any interest in this story....so I may have to peddle it to a bigger place, the New Yorker, for example.  I will give them the chance to turn me down yet again.

That's not answering your question, though, is it?  What brought me here?  All right, after saving my life, or at least my possessions, I think you've earned the right to know a bit more about Diane Walters.

No, my real name is Walters, which is perhaps why you found it hard to find some of my past.  Even on Google, spelling sometimes counts.

My father was killed when I was fifteen.....

        (She nods)

I’m sure you found that, didn't you?  Simple story.  It was foggy, he was out late, drinking.....A car ran him over, and he died.  He was a decent guy, not much in the way of compliments, but he loved me, and I knew that.

Funny thing about death, sometimes it makes life suddenly clearer, like when the optometrist  adjusts one little thing, and everything up on the wall comes into focus.

It wasn't hit 'n run, the man stopped, he was not charged because ......

         (Takes a deep breath, hard to say)

My Dad had on dark clothing, so it was hard to see him.....with the fog and all.  And my Dad was a little tipsy.....so he probably wasn't as alert.  Very clearly….an accident.  Nothing to investigate, nothing to wonder about.

         (Takes another draw on the cigarette.)

But I had a feeling, a funny feeling ....from the very beginning, when I saw my mother and the police officers.  I mean, she did cry, and she was upset, it was all very....normal.  But for me, there was a strange note about it, like she was acting.

The man who hit my Dad, who ran him over, he was a stranger.  My Mom had never met him before.....but he was nice, and after a respectable amount of time, they started dating, and....they got married.

I graduated and left home to go to journalism school at Hunter......and I wondered.  Did he know her from before the accident?  Why would I think this?  Was there anything concrete?  Anything I had heard or seen?  I never understood why I wondered, but I did wonder why I never did any research.  I suppose, I didn't really want to know.

          (Crushes out the stub)

So when I saw the article in the paper about the poor Rodriguez family.....yes, I do read a lot of weird papers because I never know where I'll get a good idea.......when I saw this, I knew.  Just like you are sure it's Jorge, I'm sure it wasn't him that pulled the trigger.  I spoke with Jorge, and this man is not a killer. 

          (Holds up her hand)

Now, you could be right about him knowing who it was, but I am putting my money…… on his wife.  I will bet good money she knows everything, including where that gun is.......and I'm just as sure she had nothing to do with someone trying to burn out my motel room.  

But murder, she knows that.  She won't talk to me much, even with an interpreter.......and that is a tip off.  People who don't want to talk, are afraid of what they'll say...which is why I'm gonna shut up now, Sheriff, before I say something I will regret tomorrow.

          (She stands up, takes her purse.)

But I will take you up on that kind offer to stay at your house for tonight.  I really do not want to go home to that motel.....not for a day or two.

        (She tilts her head to listen then laughs)

I said I didn't want to say something I would regret - but I certainly don't mind doing things I regret!  That's why I have had such a memorable life.....

        (She takes the sheriff's hat and puts it on her head, then takes his hand and they exit.  End of scene)


       

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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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Saturday, September 6, 2014

Monologue Mania Day # 206 by Janet S. Tiger Interview With the Devil Sept. 6, 2014

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Monologue Mania Day # 206 by Janet S. Tiger Interview With the Devil Sept. 6, 2014
   
                                 Interview With the Devil
                                 A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved
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         (The sheriff and the reporter are sitting at the bar together, both have had a couple drinks and are more relaxed.  The sheriff turns to her and looks at her very carefully, then lifts his glass)

I lift my glass to you, young lady, because I have to say, that of all the news people who have graced our fine town, you are the one who has lasted the longest, dug into things the deepest, who now has an official enemy here, a person or persons unknown, who wants you very desperately to stop digging. someone I must protect you from because that is my job.  And in spite of knowin all this about you, you are still the biggest mystery I have.

        (She laughs and raises her glass)

Yes, you are the mystery.  I have done a little bit of research into you, my friend from New Yawk.....murders are not your usual interest.  Usually, you write about happy endings.  Like that piece you did on the twins who were separated when they were only two months old, and adopted by different families.  And then they found each other after 54 years, and they both had married men named Mike,  both had two children, a boy and a girl, and they wore their hair the same way.

That was a nice story.....and then you did that one about the dolphins from Katrina, and how they survived.....I liked that one, too.

But no murders, I didn't see one story from you about a murder.  Nothin close either, no missin children, no suspicious deaths or drug deals gone bad and restrainin orders that don't work.  Nope.  Just happy stuff.  Any sad had very feel good endings.......and that brings me to my original question, because there is no way that is case is evah gonna have a happy endin.....not when it starts the way it did with two deaths of children and a murder of the killer......and now, now that Jorge was acquited, and you are pokin your pretty little nose into places it shouldn't go, we have a new set of problems.

Was I wrong?  Was there another killer?  I don't think so, even if it wasn't Jorge who pulled the trigger, he knows who did, which makes him an accessory at best.  But with the trial over, and no definite end, we have a small town askin each other, 'who is the killer here?'

Is it my friend, that I have known for forty years?  Or my neighbor, here only 15 years?  I'm sure you heard the expression....'once the seeds of doubt are sown......' 

          (He takes out a  cigarette and lights it while saying the rest)

It's almost as if we had a balance here, and then the devil comes in.....not that I believe in things like that you understand, but the devil comes in and all the devil has to do is a couple of things and people are lookin at each other different than before.... I'm sure you heard the expression....'once the seeds of doubt are sown......' 

        (He takes a deep breath of smoke and blows it out slowly.)

So, my question still stands, Miz Walter.......... why the hell are you here?

            (The lights shift to the reporter.)

Note- Her reply will be tomorrow's monologue

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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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Friday, September 5, 2014

Monologue Mania Day # 205 by Janet S. Tiger Misery is a Gift Sept. 5, 2014

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free monologue a day
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Monologue Mania Day # 205 by Janet S. Tiger   Misery is a Gift Sept. 5, 2014
   
                                 Misery is a Gift
                                                   (For Book of Teas)
                                 A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   © all rights reserved
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          (T is onstage with her granddaughter, and she is upset.  They both have Southern accents - just like in the rest of the play)

 I hate to see my beautiful grandbaby so miserable!

I think that perhaps I confused you when I told you what an old friend had said - that happiness is a burden.  Which it is, but the opposite is also true - misery is a gift.

Don't laugh1  You might not be so miserable if you laugh!  That is the trouble with laughter, it is like a certified antidote for misery!

Now don't cry!  Oh, I just hate when my babies cry!

         (She hugs her granddaughter)

Misery is a much misunderstood feelin' - when you understand it better, you will not be afraid to be miserable anymore.

And when you understand that misery is related to the cloud with the silvah linin, you might actually look forward to the deep moments of misery you will be getting throughout your life.

There will be more misery.....it is one of the few dependable things in life.

And there is no escape.....

But one of the advantages is that misery binds you to every one on this planet.  No one escapes misery, not even Jesus.
 
Misery is - now misery is not the silvah linin.....but it holds that silvah linin.....so that to get to that good, you have to be aware that the bad brings with it many good things......

When you catch your breath, you can start to count your blessings, that things aren't worse than they are.....and no matter how bad they are, you can rest assured that somewhere, someone else has it worse than you.

And then, things get better.  Not fast, usually, in fact, it takes a lot of time..... but change comes....  And you realize the worst could be over.  Even more, you realize that one day, you could be happy again......And that is your silva linin.......

         (She turns and gets a pot, pours some coffee.)

Now, misery may be a gift, but when you register for your wedding presents, it's better to ask for nice China......

        (Lights dim on the scene.  The end....soon...for misery.)



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