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.

Braces

It all started out on a lovely day last year. It did not turn out so lovely. The good thing about it was that I got to miss an hour of school. So, there I was. Eleven o'clock in the morning and goodbye social studies. The sun was shining brightly as my mom and I walked away from the school. But as we got closer and closer to — the office — a dark cloud began to hide the sun from me. That was the beginning of a life of torture... I got braces. See? Here they are, still sitting on my teeth. Just waiting for any opportunity to make my life miserable. Can we discuss rubber bands? News flash — supposed to hold newspapers together — not teeth! And, by the way, have you ever tried playing the trumpet with braces? Don't! I used to get all the solos and stuff. Now, I can barely squeak out a note. The other day, my best friend came up to me after lunch and said "What did you eat that was orange?" Now, every day I bring a little brush to school and use it after lunch. My Dad says it will all be worth it when my teeth are straight and perfect. Personally, I thought my teeth were just fine crooked. They gave me character. Who wants to be perfect anyway? (she shoots a rubber band at the floor) Yeah, me too.