So I think I've finally found exactly what I want to do for my MFA audition coming up in February. I'm not even sure if the monologues or songs I have chosen are overdone but I really loved them and they actually all fit well together!
So if ya'll could just let me know what ya think, all comments are greatly appreciated!
The format I'm doing is Uptempo, Monologue, Monologue, Ballad...Uptempo: "I Wish I Were In Love Again" from Babes in Arms; Monologue: "What A Thought" by Shirley Jackson; Monologue: "My Sweetheart's The Man In The Moon" by Don Nigro; Ballad: "No One Knows Who I Am" from Jekyll and Hyde.
So here is the whole piece:
(sung) "The furtive sigh, the blackened eye, the words 'I'll love you till the day I die,' the self deception that believes the lie, I wish I were in love again.
When love congeals, it soon reveals the faint aroma of performing seals, the double crossing of a pair of heels I wish I were in love again.
No more care, no despair.
I'm all there now, but I'd rather be punch drunk! Believe me sir, I much prefer the classic battle of a him and her, I don't like quiet and I wish I were in love again!"
(spoken) What a terrible thought to have, whatever made me think of such a thing? Probably a perverted affectionate gesture...it's not that I don't love him, I just feel morbid tonight. As though something bad were going to happen. A telegram coming, or the refrigerator breaking down...Look...look, this is pretty ridiculous...
I don't want to kill my husband...I never dreamed of killing him. I want him to live. Stop it, stop it...What would I do without him? How would I live, who would ever marry me, where would I go? What would I do with all the furniture, crying when I saw his picture, burning his old letters. I could give his suits away, but what would I do with the house? Who would take care of the income tax? I love my husband, I must stop thinking like this. [pantomime: pick up and light a cigarette] It's like an idiot tune running through my head.
[take puff, then exhale...hold cigarette out in left hand] They say if you soak a cigarette in water overnight the water will be almost pure nicotine by morning, and deadly poisonous. You can put it in coffee and it won't taste.
[shake head, pantomime putting out cigarette...a noise startles from behind]
(spoken) What are you doing here?
You're supposed to be in the madhouse. Are you crazy? You can't be here. You've got to get out of here.
I can't have an escaped lunatic in my bedroom. What are you people trying to do to me?
Your mother gives me just enough to live on so I'll keep coming to your sanity hearings and saying you're all better, and meanwhile you escape and crawl in my bedroom window.
What the hell is the matter with you people? Just who the hell do you think you are? You think you own everything and everybody. You own newspapers and history books and laws and crooked sticky-fingered governors, and crooked sticky-fingered presidents, and crooked sticky-fingered lawyers who threaten and humiliate and bully and buy the truth, buy everybody's souls.
(sung) Look at me and tell me who I am, why I am, what I am.
Call me a fool and it's true I am, I don't know who I am.
It's such a shame, I'm such a sham.
No one knows who I am.
Am I the face of the future? Am I the face of the past? Am I the one who must finish last?
(spoken) [finish monologue] You've taken everything I've got, but you can't have my soul. It's mine. My soul is mine.
I like it, but do you think you could post a video of yourself doing it? Not knowing the monologues or songs (well, I've probably heard them, but I can't place them exactly right now), it might help me see it flow better. My only concern is both of the monologues seem dramatic, though for transitioning it might be better that way; any way you could show off your comic timing a little?
... written by Amy M Ward, January 05, 2010
oh yeah...the first one is going to be a bit more comedic with how I'm thinking of playing it...
thanks!
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