SHORT MONOLOGUES FOR ACTING CLASSES

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As big as mountains. Yet all that’s left of them is bones in amber. Time undoes even the mightiest of creatures. Until today. Today my eyes died. I see the world through my mother’s eyes now. Yes, freedom has fangs. And it sunk them in me. JEFFREY abruptly switches from rage to good humor, adopting a supercilious smile and a patronizing tone. The SOUND OF BREATHING grows louder. It sounds… like the breathing of a child. Joyce pales. Tears rush to her eyes.

In this comedic monologue, a young actor is auditioning for her school and not quite old enough to drive to get to the audition. She tries to convince her father to allow her to drive, even though she’s not quite 16 yet.” 7. “One Way Conversation”: Bella I don’t know. I’m just a kid. How would I know? All I know is that my adults, the ones assigned to me, they don’t seem to want me around, or I can put it differently, they don’t want to be around me. Looking for and finding the right monologue is never an easy task. MB publishes new monologue material on a daily basis, so you will never run out of options for finding the monologue that best suits your needs. Tiffany is a complex character, and this monologue from Silver Linings is an excellent testament to that and great for a dramatic audition. In this monologue, she tells Pat how her husband died. It’s emotional and exceptional when performed correctly. I was obviously not faking it and yet no one could find the reason for the pain. It was the first time I’d got one over on them.You can’t do that. The rules are different here. Don’t you understand? There isn’t enough pity to go round.

If I concentrated long enough I could make the pain appear by an effort of will. It became the mystery of our street. It’s a problem. And it’s a problem that can’t be solved by performing it like the original. Mimicry is the enemy of good acting, and good art. You want to be original and show your unique approach to a script. You want to give it your own flair. But just because these great monologues have been performed by some of the best actors of all time, does that mean we should ignore the slew of incredible scripts written for film? Of course not! Zubaida Ula’s monologue, in particular, stands out as a rallying cry against ignorance while she herself struggles to comprehend the tragedy that she sees unfolding around her.” 6. “Push” by George Cameron Grant Told through the eyes of a girl with her head in a bag, the monologue really just gives teens an opportunity to let loose about the stress of adolescence. It dials up the melodrama, angst, and confusion, making it easy to connect with it and really have fun.” 5. “Everything Will Be Different” by Mark Schultz And there are demons everywhere. But if this is Hell, then I must be a demon, too. And I’m already dead.When I was ten I started getting sharp pains in my side and had to be taken to the doctors. Where does it hurt? There was a buzz around the café all of a sudden. Flowers, notes, guinea-pig memorabilia were left outside in her memory. Sometimes when the doctor was examining me I felt our roles were reversed and that I was prodding his tummy, Mr Darcy confronts Elizabeth about why she has rejected him. He has just asked, ‘Might I ask why with so little endeavour at civility I am repulsed?’ I am not yet divorced, I’m being investigated by the FBI, I’m carrying the child of another man and I’m not really a junkie.

Go to the lobby, find someone who’s my size who’s wearing a white shirt, tell them I’ll trade him for a free computer and he can keep my shirt. Ah, you say that isn’t true. You say you love me, but doesn’t love mean being available to a person? Most of my life I haven’t even been able to call you, and forget visiting. A person needs shots and a state department visa just to get to you. I’m supposed to set goals and maybe take night classes that will expand my horizons. And I guess that works, Mary, I guess so.We were no longer under the cloud of civilization. Only sky above us now. No more walking over bridges. My own flesh was on fire. The cup was passed around for all of us to drink. I drank without thinking. I can't bear it. They're so young and beautiful. Why did they ever have to get old? Mama, I'm here. I'm grown up. I love you all, everything. - I cant look at everything hard enough. (pause, talking to her mother who does not hear her. She speaks with mounting urgency) Oh, Mama, just look at me one minute as though you really saw me. Mama, fourteen years have gone by. I'm dead. You're a grandmother, Mama. I married George Gibbs, Mama. Wally's dead, too. Mama, his appendix burst on a camping trip to North Conway. I swear one night I’m going to go out, and I’m just not going to come home. (They sit in silence for a few beats. Sal becomes embarrassed.)​ I wore it on Sundays for my gentlemen callers ! I had it on the day I met your father. I had malaria fever all that spring. The change of climate from East Tennessee to the Delta – weakened resistance I had a little temperature all the time – not enough to be serious – just enough to make me restless and giddy. Invitations poured in – parties all over the Delta! – ‘Stay in bed,’ said mother, ‘you have fever!’ – but I just wouldn’t. – I took quinine but kept on going, going ! Evenings, dances ! – Afternoons, long, long rides! Picnics. – lovely! – So lovely, that country in May. – All lacy with dogwood, literally flooded with jonquils! – That was the spring I had the craze for jonquils. Jonquils became an absolute obsession. Mother said, ‘Honey, there’s no more room for jonquils.’ And still I kept on bringing in more jonquils. Whenever, wherever I saw them, I’d say, “Stop ! Stop! I see jonquils ! I made the young men help me gather the jonquils ! It was a joke, Amanda and her jonquils ! Finally there were no more vases to hold them, every available space was filled with jonquils. No vases to hold them? All right, I’ll hold them myself – And then I – (She stops in front of the picture.) met your father ! Malaria fever and jonquils and then – this – boy…. (She switches on the rose-coloured lamp.) I hope they get here before it starts to rain.”

only to keep in sight of your torn red sweater, racing about the vacant lot you played in. Yes, it had begun that early,

A Quick Note from a Writer

Because you’d be helpless, wouldn’t you? Stuffed in a box like that, I mean you’d be in there for ever. Even taking into account the fact that you’re dead, really… ask yourself, if I asked you straight off – I’m going to stuff you in this box now, would you rather be alive or dead? Naturally, you’d prefer to be alive. Life in a box is better than no life at all. I expect. You’d have a chance at least. You could lie there thinking – well, at least I’m not dead! In a minute someone’s going to bang on the lid and tell me to come out. (Banging on the floor with his fists.) It always confused me, because I didn’t really know what it meant. But it did sound a lot calmer than the way I would describe it. listening for his irregular heartbeat and when our gazes met – one cold stare meeting another – I could see that he was aware that I knew. 6. Summer And Smoke This is an interesting dramatic monologue between rivaling sisters…Here, Marsha defends herself against her sister’s outburst. This makes things erupt between them.” 3. “Nowhere Near Happy”: Ava