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 Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 4:53 pm Post subject: The Curse Of Curves |
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We had to write a monologue for my creative writing class and I decided to do mine for the last scene in my play (which is almost finished and can be review on YWS! It is titled "The Girl We Love To Hate.") I just want to know what people think about it. If there is enough character growth, emotion, etc.
The Curse of Curves
[ANNA is sitting on her knees downstage center. Is looking at the ground sobbing.]
I was going to be a college teacher, a wife, and a mother. You were going to be Psychologist, with your own practice. We were always going to always be there for each other and—and—our little girl. We were going to name her Evangelina and live in a white picket fence house in North Carolina. We were going to have the perfect life, and now all of that is gone. You’ve moved on, probably going to be that Psychologist, with your own practice, and you are going to find a new wife, have a baby with her, toss out the name Evangelina like it was the morning trash, and then live with them in our white picket fence house in North Carolina. And you won’t be my husband, or the father of my child, and we won’t have that perfect life together. All of it will be gone and it’s all my fault.
[ANNA stands up wiping her tears. Moves to stage right and sits in chair.]
What have I done? Why have I ruined the only good thing I’ve ever had in my life? I’ve pushed away the one person that ever truly loved me. I’ve hurt the kindest, most beautiful, gentle, intelligent, and charming man I’ve ever known. I threw him to the curb, and I can’t even give an explanation as to why I did it.
[ANNA stands up and accidently kicks a picture. Picks it up and sees that it is a picture of Jon. Talks to the picture.]
I can’t forgive myself for what I’ve done to you, so how should I expect you to forgive me? I can’t even look at myself in the mirror. I’ve become that girl I’ve loathed my whole entire life; that girl I’ve sworn to rid the world of; that girl who got the guy and broke his heart. I’m the girl who turned you, a one in a million man, into nothing but a pile of rubble. And I can’t even tell you why. God, who have I become?
[ANNA moves to stage left, tucking the picture into her back pocket.]
I was someone. Someone I could be proud of. Someone I could live and die happy as. And look at me now! I can’t even tell you who I am. I don’t even think I’m human after what I’ve done to you. I’ve been reduced to a cheat, a fraud, a fake. The worst part is that I’ve done this to myself.
[ANNA begins putting some books, blankets, clothes, etc. into boxes scattered around the stage.]
How did I get to this point? Was it the few minutes of confused love, unnecessary want, or misguided hope that I had with Steven? Is that what brought me here? It has to be because I’m alone, once again. That has to be why I’m alone. All because of a stupid, meaningless fling with someone who doesn’t even amount to anything. Steven―that bastard―confused me. He made me think I was someone else. He confused me; tricked me. He had me believing things about us that weren’t true. He deliberately put ideas into my head about where you and I stood, just to make me question being with you. He made me doubt us.
How could I not have seen this coming? I guess I knew, somewhere, deep inside that Steven wanted something like this to happen. That’s the only reason he would have come back around. That is the only reason he came back around. He was miserable and couldn’t stand to see me happy so he had to ruin my life.
[Laughs mockingly.]
But that wasn’t good enough this time. I wasn’t enough for him this time around. He had to use me to ruin another life; your life, Jon. You have to know that I didn’t do this to you deliberately. I loved what we had. I was never trying to purposely hurt you. If I could just go back and re-do it all, I would. I would have never been with Steven. You have to know that.
[ANNA stands up and puts her hands on her hips. Looks at the ground, shaking her head in defeat.]
But how could you know that? And how could you believe that? You weren’t in a relationship with Steven. You were in a relationship with me. You knew about Steven. He wasn’t the surprise. I was. I was the one who tore us apart.
[ANNA moves stage right.]
Why did I let Steven do that to me again? I’d been through that with him before. I knew what he was about. And yet, I chose to go back to him, like a moth to a light. I don’t understand. Did I not want you to see my weaknesses? Was I afraid that my biggest flaws were the only part of me that you would see? Was I scared of getting too close with you? Did I push you away on purpose?
[ANNA begins moving boxes from one side of the stage to the other.]
Steven, he was and always will be a cocky jerk. Now that I think about it―and I mean really think about it―there is nothing I even find remotely attractive about him. He is a skeez, a player, a con artist. He doesn’t know a damned thing about love, and the only reason I ran to him was because I was confused. Love for him had nothing to do with it.
Steven was the guy who you had arguments every night with. There wasn’t ever a moment of piece in the house, and it wasn’t over the normal, stupid stuff. It was over him taking too many “breaks" in our relationship. It was over him coming home, his clothes smelling of perfume that was not mine. It was over him leaving before my head hit the pillow and coming back when my head lifted from it the next day.
[ANNA stops and stands center stage. Pulls picture of Jon from out of her back pocket.]
Now you, you were the exact opposite of that. You were the perfect man. You were the guy that would get home early from work just so youcould cook dinner for me or take out to a fancy restaurant. You were the guy that surprised me with cupcakes for presents. You were the guy that wasn’t happy unless I was happy. You have to know that I noticed those things. They were wonderful gestures that didn’t go unnoticed. They were just—they got lost in everything else we went through.
[ANNA moves downstage center and sits in her starting position. Holds the picture of Jon to her chest.]
All of those things I wanted to be: a mother, a wife, a college teacher. They all seem so unimportant now that you aren’t with me, Jon. You motivated me to become something better than what I expected of myself. You helped my life become something I could honestly say was worth living. Jon, without you I am only a description. A description of what I’ve become, what I’ve turned myself into. You made me someone worth while. You made me stronger, truer, and more beautiful than I ever was. My life was nothing before you came along, and now that you are gone, it feels like I’m not even living. I know I’ve destroyed us. I’ve burned, stabbed, drowned, and plowed down everything you and I were. But you have to understand Jon that I know something now that I didn’t when I was with you. Those who are there when you don’t acknowledge them are still there when no one is left. You were still there Jon. I know that now. I no longer doubt what we had, Jon. You have to understand that I still want to be with you. I’m begging you, come back to me, Jon. Please, come back to me. |
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Sodapop pointed out all of the typos that I spotted.
The monologue wasn't bad, but it also lacked something compelling. It didn't seem to go much deeper than the surface. What you have here makes for an interesting read, but you have to keep in mind how it's going to transfer to the stage. |
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