The following monologue is an excerpt from Girl Talk and are for audition material only, courtesy of The Play Group Theatre. Performance rights may be requested by contacting The Play Group Theatre at 914-946-4433 or by filling out the performance rights application.

A Female Employee

Jackie
I couldn't wait to start babysitting. I had been watching my younger brother for so long, I was definitely ready to turn pro. My first job was for two little girls, five and eight. Their parents both worked full time and so when Saturday night came around, they were ready for a night out of fun. And, for them, fun didn't include the kids. Great for me, right? I got a job out of it. But those kids were so lonely for their parents. They had a babysitter all week long and then, on the weekends, they got me. I was the last person they wanted to see when Saturday night rolled around. So, as soon as their parents would leave, they would begin to torture me. It started out as little things, telling me all the wrong information like whose room was whose or that, in their family, for Saturday's dinner, it was traditional to eat only Cheese Doodles. Then they started using the second phone line to make prank calls to me. They even sent a scary fax once. Since when do eight year olds know how to work a fax machine? Then, on my fifth time babysitting, they asked me to find a game all the way in the back of the closet, and they locked me in. I could hear them cracking up for the longest time. I banged and screamed and threatened them with everything I could think of, but really, I was at a pretty severe disadvantage. So I just sat there and listened. They watched TV for a while and played some games. I heard the older one tell her sister not to worry, that Mom and Dad were running out of options and there probably wouldn't be another babysitter. But then it got quiet. I guess they fell asleep. And eventually, so did I. If there's one thing worse than having the people you're babysitting for find you asleep on the couch, it's having them find you asleep in the closet. It was pretty humiliating. I never went back. But I think about them a lot. I wonder how many babysitters their parents found asleep in the closet before they decided to spend Saturday nights at home. Or if they ever did. Anyway, my babysitting career has been going much better since then. I guess the one good thing about being locked in a closet is — there's nowhere to go but up!