Theatre Monologue Essay
I was slouching over in my chair as I listened to my theatre teacher recite difficult words from a book written by, what he considered an old friend of his, Bill; little did I know, Bill was going to change my life forever. Competitiveness runs through my blood so when I heard the school was hosting a monologue competition I did not hesitate to sign up. To my surprise, it had to be a monologue from one of the plays written by this Bill character that my theatre teacher adored so much. I irked his plays due to the fact that they seem to be written in a different language; however, I was still persistent in continuing with the competition.
A chill rushed through my spine as a gust of wind slapped me in the face while opening the auditorium doors …show more content…
I was no longer just representing myself, but my entire school. The level of pressure intensified immensely. Entering the competitive atmosphere a second time did not seem to faze me as much as it did the first time. Although, this time I was competing against students who have had more exposure to Bill and his plays and seem to have much more experience. My stomach quickly became uneasy as the MC announced that the winner of this round advances to New York to perform at Lincoln Center and gets to work with professional actors who have studied at Julliard. I erased that from my memory to focus on the task at hand, my monologue. I deciphered each word and added numerous gestures to enhance my performance. Instead of being nervous for my number to be called, I sat back and enjoyed the performances as if I paid to see a show. However, the peaceful environment was quickly engulfed with chaos and nerves as my number was shouted out. I tightened my tie and let the twinkle in my eye charm the judges. Presenting my monologue felt more natural this time, as if I were back home practicing on my dirty mirror. I took the nerves and threw them so far out of the window to ensure they never returned. A few flips, quirky movements, and three jumps later, I was finished. Although I was confident in my performance, the nerves kept knocking on the window as the judges deliberated. Two hours and fifty water bottles
A chill rushed through my spine as a gust of wind slapped me in the face while opening the auditorium doors …show more content…
I was no longer just representing myself, but my entire school. The level of pressure intensified immensely. Entering the competitive atmosphere a second time did not seem to faze me as much as it did the first time. Although, this time I was competing against students who have had more exposure to Bill and his plays and seem to have much more experience. My stomach quickly became uneasy as the MC announced that the winner of this round advances to New York to perform at Lincoln Center and gets to work with professional actors who have studied at Julliard. I erased that from my memory to focus on the task at hand, my monologue. I deciphered each word and added numerous gestures to enhance my performance. Instead of being nervous for my number to be called, I sat back and enjoyed the performances as if I paid to see a show. However, the peaceful environment was quickly engulfed with chaos and nerves as my number was shouted out. I tightened my tie and let the twinkle in my eye charm the judges. Presenting my monologue felt more natural this time, as if I were back home practicing on my dirty mirror. I took the nerves and threw them so far out of the window to ensure they never returned. A few flips, quirky movements, and three jumps later, I was finished. Although I was confident in my performance, the nerves kept knocking on the window as the judges deliberated. Two hours and fifty water bottles