Sample Monologue

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The following monologues are excerpts from GIRL TALK and are for audition material only courtesy of The Play Group Theatre^®. Performance rights may be requested by contacting PGT at (914) 946-4433 or e-mail scripts@playgroup.org

THE REAL ME

Cara
We met when we were ten. That was the year that Mrs. Bunce decided that desks shouldn’t be separate, but brought together to form a table - “community learning” she called it. And we called her Bunce the Dunce. We made so much fun of her. But Bunce the Dunce brought us together. We were a table. The cool table. Kate and Jessie were already best friends. Beth had just moved there. And Sarah was already the coolest girl in fourth grade. I don’t remember exactly how we went from sharing a table to sharing our lives, but by the end of fourth grade, the five of us were best friends. And we stayed that way for a long time. We were like, our own club. Other people might be our friends, but they were always on the outside. Our little clique became our lives for a while. We were the cool people. I loved it. Everything seemed perfect. I had, like, what other people wanted. At least that’s what I thought. Then, the summer I turned fourteen I was watching a video with my Mom. It was some corny romance movie - you know guy tries to get beautiful girl, while quiet mousy girl pines for him. He always ends up with the quiet mousy girl in the end - how realistic! Anyway, in one scene the beautiful one was totally blowing off the guy and trashing the quiet mousy one and my Mom says, “G-d, I hate girls like her.” And I realized...I was a girl like her. I felt so low. I mean, my own Mom didn’t like who I was. And when she said it like that...I realized that even I didn’t like who I was. So, I vowed to be different. I mean, if the quiet, mousy one always gets the guy, there must be some rewards to being a nice girl. I started to extend myself to other people. You know, reach out occasionally to someone not my “group.” Well, suddenly, I was out. The people who had been my best friends all those years were ditching me. All of my friends were gone - just like that. My world was destroyed. I knew that, somehow, I had to find a way to keep going. I needed to make new friends...But nobody wanted me. Why should they? I had always been too good for them. Of course they hated me. I hit rock bottom. I had no one. I was the quiet mousy girl in the movie. And I guess I just let my guard down. I had nothing to prove. I was just...me. And you know what? People really liked me and I liked them too. But they liked me for me, not because I was cool. It was the start of the new me. The real me.