Acting help needed.....It's a monologue....?

Question

For my acting class, we have to write and perform a monologue. Well I'm a 3rd. year, and I'm one of the three assistants that help show the first years what to do.......so I want this to be REALLY good to prove that I can do it. I'm so tired of always doing something funny.....I want to do something serious now. Maybe something that I'll have to cry in (you know, to PROVE that I can).....but I don't what it should be about......That's where y'all come in.....I'm not asking you to do my homework for me or anything like that.....I just need a subject. A sad, serious subject. So could you please help me out? But If you would like to give me some pointers....they will be more that welcome, but I DO want to write it myself. Thank you.

BTW, the other day I found this poem….how would I incorporate this into a monologue? This is it below……..

A Lovers Farewell

I’m here alone once again,
I’ve lost you; my best friend.
I hang my head, blink back the tears,
But I know that now you’re in a world with no fear.
A place of no pain,
A place of no shame.
And I know that I’m just the stupid girl that gave you my heart,
But you did this and tore it apart.
I don’t really know what I feel,
And because of this I don’t know how to heal.
What made you think you were so worthless?
And that you were allowed to put me through this?!
I don’t know what to say,
So I just bow my head and pray.
Is this my fault, was I too tough?
Did I not tell you that I loved you enough?
The day you found me, you saved my life,
So why couldn’t I save you from the knife?!?
If I had taken the time to listen to what you said,
Then today would you be dead?
But you planed this from the start,
You left a note with my name and a heart.
As I read the words you wrote to me,
You still speak of things that could be.
And the way things were before me and you,
And you say that I did save you.
I don’t know how, and I don’t know why you think so,
And if I did, then why’d you go?
So It’s just me, there’s no more us,
But how I long for the feel of your touch….
But now I’m strong enough to say good-bye,
And so good-bye, my love. Good-bye…..

Answer 1

This is from a friend of mine who recently lost her mother. It's quite sad, but it was a blog entry.

Mommy,



I drove to your apartment not knowing what I'd find. So worried but holding it deep within. I stepped on the elevator and as it rose I tried to block out my fearfull thoughts. Soon we stopped and the doors opened up. Stepping into the hallway I felt myself floating I got dizzy and faint. Approaching your door I saw it was covered with unopened cards. Why hadn't you taken them inside? I blocked out the thought. Knocking and knocking you wouldn't answer the door. Dad put his ear to the door but couldn't hear a sound. We sought the help of the manager who had the spare key. I watched as she unlocked the door. I stepped in slowly saying "Mom, Its Katrina" Turned my head and my heart dropped. There you were naked and slumped over the tub. "Shes just drawing herself a bath" went briefly through my mind but I knew you were dead. So still you were, so cold and alone. It all happened so quickly. I went into shock. I ran out of the room crying, shaking uncontrollably, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt nauseaus and faint. The manager called 911, Dad ran to get the firemen that ironically were just outside. I couldn't stay. I had to get out, get as far away as possible. If I just ran away it couldn't be real. It wasn't real. I knew you were dead but you couldn't be. Down the elevator, out the front door, out into the parking lot as far as I could go. I called Kimmy from my cell "She's dead! She's dead! I know shes dead! I saw her she can't be alive! She's just laying there, she's not moving." I sobbed. Pacing back and forth, back and forth my heart still pounding shaking and cold. The next hours were a blur. Talking to the police, detective and medical examiner seemed like a dream. It was all just a bad dream right? You couldn't really be gone. Somehow you would come back. But you didn't You are still gone. Your funeral has come and gone and your not here. Maybe if I call your number you will answer, Maybe If I scream I will wake from this horrible nightmare. If I cry will you come back? How can you be gone? I can't accept this. It still doesn't seem real. I thought watching your creamation would somehow give me closure. All of us kids huddled together with our arms around eachother. We said a prayer and watched them roll the box which held you into that horrible huge furnace. The door opened, heat escaping they rolled you in. We stood and stared at that temperature gauge for almost an hour. 1300 degrees and rising we finally walked out. It was horrible thinking of you in there. I felt scared for you. I wanted to open the door and pull you out. Now all that's left is ashes that sit atop Tia's mantle. We are trying to honor you as you would have wanted. Where would you want your ashes laid to rest? We have gone through everything in your apartment and we are trying to find a use for everything as you would have wanted. It's almost done. Your things have been sorted and we have all taken what is special to us. We have kept what is special to you. So many memories. Each item has a story.Your heart resides in every one of those boxes. So sad I am to take back what I have given to you. I found a card today that I had given you for Christmas in 1995. I cried when I read it. It is home with me now. Tomorrow We finish it. We go through the last of your things. I dread handing in your key. I don't want to let go of your home. Somehow if it stays then you stay. You would be proud of us mom. We are sticking together and helping eachother. We hold one another while we cry and were all working hard to do things as you would have wanted. Thank you mom. Thank you for giving me my brothers and sisters. I would be lost without them. I love you mom. I miss you terribly. I hope that you are happy now. I hope you are without sorrow. I hope that somehow you can see us and it makes you smile. I hope I can see you again one day. You will be young with your long blonde hair flowing and you will be with your mom and dad and Tysun. I know how you felt now. You missed them so much and it was killing you inside. I watched your sorrow for years and now it's my turn. I love you mommy.

Answer 2

I think that is a great poem. Okay , you could do like a story about 2 kids and how they grew up and not really sure about how the other feel about him or her.then like they grow up and go there separate ways as there older but loved pulls them back together.Like they have problems with the relationship at first but { this is were the poem and (your tears) could come in} I hope that help you,if not them sorry

Answer 3

You are to deliver an original monologue like actors do when they audition for parts. Here’s a typical monologue for a female actor (note the typical length of it): A city girl falls in love, against her better judgment (dramatic/comedic) From Lost Labour’s Loved. Pekabo, the ultimate free-spirit, finds herself in love, and very confused. Pekabo: Dam, I am in love! Strange in my own skin, Cuz I am me, yet I’m not what I’ve been: A riotgirl on the downtown scene, The mother of my mind, a Trampoline, Who bounced into the tapas bar of lust And came out screaming more, her palate flusht. But now, to be a nervous, quiet girl, Whose only question is ‘will my bangs curl?’ Or ‘will he look at me?’ or ‘will he ask?’ Or ‘should I swear?’ or ‘does he like my laugh?’ Love? O, love’s an artificial sweetener, Always old and yet sixteen forever, A tigerbeat, a soggy note to Sassy, A heavy heart that sighs, “O, I am empty,’ A kitten that can’t sleep or move or eat, And craves a letter sweater in her heat! O, how can I love, accept dependency, Put a v-chip on my eccentric ity, Strap on the straight-jacket fidelity, And drowning in the phlegm of normalcy, Lie down to drown in choked monogamy. And, worse than worst, it is hypocrisy! I am weak, I submit, O, I give in, And to a man? More like a mannequin, Born stiff, putting on, all but what you see, Yet still too stiff to see that he’s a dummy! And I adore of these the most devoid? Were style wealth, a beggar be that Boyd, Speaking sibillant syllables round his word, And, no doubt, dipping deepdish undeterred. But still, he is a boy in action made, As milk is milkt, lip lipt, as plays replayd, So I am psycht to relive May dismayed, To pass from boys to Boyd, to be his one, To lose at loving’s game of zero sum. In playing love, the more you try to not Commit, the more commitment tries your thought, And from progressive freedom you digress, Compulsion posing as impulsiveness. Cuz though love is a lie, denying desire, In this distortion I am most like nature: Light? Prizmization. Matter? Fabrication. Gravity? Persuasion. Growth? Exaggeration! Every body acts as if it’s special, Yet every creature is a cannibal, As cow-headed man kills man-headed cow, In an ever-ending, meat-eating now. So, lying to be true to what I am, Let others love themselves; I love my man. If you listen to pop music like rap then it could be an equally number of lines as well—only thing don’t use the profanity and surely you have written stuff of your own somewhere or just make a scene up. You can do this it is actually fun. Hope this helps.

Answer 4

wow
i think a good subject would be death.
pretend that someone close to you, such as your dad, had just died.
give a "speech" about all the things you wished you had said to him, like how important he was to you and how sorry you are for the wrongs that you did.

good luck!

Answer 5

do a monolouge like your at the funeral of someone you love or your best friend


good luck