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 Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 12:55 pm
I just had a thought. (I know, scary bananas.)
But since it rather unlikely that many of us regular posters will meet and/or compete for the same roles at the same audition, what if we set up a monologue archive here on Gaia in the guild forum?
In each post, put:
--->The name of the play
---> The author/playwright
---> The character name
---> Type (Like humorous, dramatic, classical, contemporary, that kind of thing.)
---> Location in the text (Like Act II, scene 4 or Closing Monologue or whatever. If you don't know, just try and describe it.)
---> And maybe a little blurb about what auditions you have used it for, or what 'types' could play the character.
And if everyone contributes one or two monologues, we can have a nice little library of interesting, tried and true monologues. (A lot of online sites only have really well-known pieces. Like they use Beatrice's monologue in Much Ado, and completely leave out any of Joan's in King Henry VI.)
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 1:08 pm
(And just to show you guys I'm not trying to steal your monologues, I'll post one of my favorites.)
Play: The Effect of Gamma Rays on Man-in-the-Moon Marigolds.
Author: Paul Zindel
Character name: Matilda (but she goes by Tillie)
Type: Contemporary - Pretty neutral, more dramatic than comedic.
Location: Opening
Blurb: I did this monologue for my Theatre Major Studies class last year as a junior. My mom used basically the same one when she auditioned for Star Bar Players in Colorado a number of years ago. It would be good for young actresses who are really serious about acting as an art (not just wanting to be in Wicked and Les Mis and Phantom because it's so awesome.) It might also be good for an actress who is trying to show off her versatility. I usually get cast as the more mature, comedic, Katherine Hepburn types, and this piece shows that I can be every bit the ingenue when it's called for.
-MONOLOGUE-
He told me to look at my hand, for a part of it came from a star that exploded too long ago to imagine. This part of me was formed from a tongue of fire that screamed through the heavens until there was our sun. And this part of me–this tiny part of me — was on the sun when it itself exploded and whirled in a great storm until the planets came to be. And this small part of me was then a whisper of the earth. When there was life, perhaps this part of me got lost in a fern that was crushed and covered until it was coal. And then it was a diamond millions of years later — it must have been a diamond as beautiful as the star from which it had first come. Or perhaps this part of me became lost in a terrible beast, or became part of a huge bird that flew above the primeval swamps. And he said this thing was so small — this part of me was so small it couldn’t be seen–but it was there from the beginning of the world. And he called this bit of me an atom. And when he wrote the word, I fell in love with it. Atom. Atom. What a beautiful word.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 6:34 pm
Ok I hope I do this right...
Play:The Stuck Pot
Author: Robert Garis
Character name: Alice Ann
Type: Dark Humor, sort of.
Location: Office,about half way through. I belive she is talking to a teacher/counsler.
-MONOLOUGE-
Blurb: I did this audition workshop over the summer so I worked on this piece for a week or so. It's a discovery piece I think, for high school aged girls. I like it because it's flexable, I mean you can split it up. One section is about a minute, two is two,and the whole piece about three minutes.
I think I’m kind of a misfit. To be normal at my age you have to giggle all the time, and keep calling up boys on the telephone until somebody yells, “For heaven’s sake, get off the phone!” And you’re supposed to get all thrilled and excited whenever anybody mentions the dance or the boys from Jason School, and you’ve got to make a love affair out of every “hi” the delivery boy gives you as he hands you a package at the door! And half the time he doesn’t even look at you!
So I’m not normal! It’s kind of hard for the school to cope with my kind of problem, isn’t it, Miss Taggart? I do swell on intelligence and aptitude tests, but my behavior patterns drive the counselors crazy! Why don’t I adjust to the group? Are my parents too strict? Doesn’t my father love my mother? Am I an unwanted child? Have I got a platypus complex?
I can’t be perfectly normal! I’m supposed to have frustrations—and I don’t! If I overate, or smoked, or did things like that, the school could put Plan A into effect: “How to approach Gluttony Problem” Or Plan B: “Tobacco and its Relationship to Frustrations.” You’ve got all those things on file, ready to use. But me, I don’t fit any of those plans! Even if a school is supposed to be for study and learning, anybody who likes to study and learn is way out in left field!
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 9:13 pm
Play: Lost In Yonkers
Author: Neil Simon
Character Name: Bella
Type: Dramatic
Location: In her mother's house in New York
Blurb: We are doing scenes from this play in my Drama class. Sadly, I'm playing the mother but anyway, it's a good and sad part in the play about Bella, who is slightly retarded and her mother will not let her get married or have children which she wants so much. In the version of the play, that I saw, Bella was near tears during this scene.
Monologue:
No! You have to listen Momma. when I was in school, I let boys touch me... and boys that I met in the park and in the movies...Even boys I met here in the store...Nights when you were asleep I went down there and let them in.. and not just boys momma, men too.
I needed someone to touch me momma, someone to hold me and tell me I was pretty....you never told me that. Some even told me they loved me but I never beleived them beacuse I knew what they wanted from me..Except John. He did love me. Because he understood me. Becasuse he was like me. He was the only one I ever felt safe with. And I thought maybe for the first time in my life I could be happy... thats why I ran away.
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