Custom Monologues
The one-minute monologue.It is the key ingredient to any audition.
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Lunch Time! – {Tween Comedic}
There are a lot of benefits to being the performing artist of the family. To my mind the food is the biggest perk. At my age I can eat all I want and it never shows on the waistline. Take for instance when I am at drama camp. Let me know show you what I do when I get hungry there. First I pick up the cell phone and call mom at home. I say -‐ “Mom I’m hungry. Can you get me some McDonald’s? Yeah the Deluxe meal again. No skip the kid’s toy and trade it to double size the fries. And don’t forget the cookies please.” Think Mom’s gonna refuse her little star? Not a chance. But the good stuff doesn’t end there. I pick up the cell phone again and right away call Dad. “Hey Dad I’m starving. How about a chicken fajita from Taco Cabana? Yeah with extra flour tortillas with butter and salt. Your precious Sutton Foster junior is really working up an appetite over here.” {back to audience} See the magic? He’ll make a special trip from the office for that delivery. Hey maybe the rest of the gang working on Chekhov’s The Seagull might want a pizza? {Pretend to use a cell phone} “Hi Uncle Jack it’s your favorite niece…” {hold hand over phone and address audience again} Gee isn’t it great when the extended family supports the arts.
Big Sister – {Tween Drama}
She copies me a lot. Natalie, my little sister. But of course much of my job is protecting her. I am always on the look out for her. Mom and Dad tell me how important it is to watch over Natalie. Sometimes I tell certain girls at school to be nice to my sister. I’ve had to step in when a bully went after her. The creep actually pulled on her pigtails. Sometimes I take my job too seriously and forget to spend time with my own friends. I am not sure if I am balancing my time correctly. That’s how my counselor puts it. But I don’t want anything bad to happen to Natalie. That’s my job. Still, sometimes I see my friends doing fun stuff that I want to do while I am off looking after my sister. I start wondering if I am supposed to have a job at my age anyway. It might have been better if I were the kid sister? Then I might not need a counselor or a job? It’s not that bad. I’m just a little confused about my role. That’s how the counselor puts it. Maybe Mom or Dad can sit in with me and the counselor one day? Maybe we can set up official work hours for my job? That’s sounding a little confusing again. At least I know that much.
The Hamburger at the End of the Universe - {Adult comedic}
If you think about it the person who owned a time machine could control every great pattern in history. All you had to do is go back in time before a big invention and pattern the idea yourself. The sucker who shows up with the thing would have to make some kind of deal with you. You’d be richer than Midas. You’d in effect own history. Bill Gates would have less money than you. Wouldn’t that be fantastic? Now the closest I even came to realizing this idea was a weird dream I had last year. From that dream I did come back with some definitive information on how the universe works, but its unlikely I actually time travelled. I did determine that the universe is run by a giant hamburger truck. Well it’s not exactly a hamburger truck – it’s more a contraption that is part hamburger and part truck: A living machine that can talk complete with lettuce and tomatoes. Now one thing I was sure of from the dream was that this fella who drove the giant hamburger-‐like truck was in charge of the entire cosmos. No doubt about it. He was the big boss, not God more like a ruler or emperor. I really didn’t get to talk to him. Not sure if he smiled at me, but he did say something in passing to me though I can’t remember what. I woke up just then. By the way I did not see any French Fries around.
