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Monologues"Time to Let Go" by Jennifer GlassAs I sit here, my mind goes blank trying to remember your sad face. Your sad face, your sorrow filled eyes as I felt you that sunny day. You said you didn’t love me any more, that I was being too difficult, everything was a game with me. I tried to say I was sorry and that I could, and would, change. The love that we shared was way too sweet to end in bittersweet remorse. But you didn’t want to listen, tired of pretending to care. You and me were over, all I had to do was realize that and just get over it. I don’t remember what else you said, my mind was racing, spinning out of control. Who was I without you? What would I do? Where would I go? How could I live? As my head was tilt-a-whirling out of control, my emotions took over. I started to cry, to weep a river. Through my bleary eyes I looked at you, tears streaming down your face. I saw the love that you still had for me, the same look, the same small gleam of spirit in the dark of your eyes. Only now your love was smaller, weaker, almost gone but it was still there. I closed my eyes and before me a picture show of all the time spent together, the sorrow, the blinding love. At that moment I realized I had to let you go. For all the love that we shared, I had to say goodbye. Even though I still loved you, I said I was okay about us ending our love affair, deep down I think we both knew the truth. We shared one last bittersweet kiss. It was the perfect end to the perfect beginning. Not as a couple but as friends that shared the greatest secret of all time, love. Something that can’t be lost or taken away. A past, a history. So now I sit, a small smile upon my face. I look across the room at you, the same expression on your face, and I know without a doubt, there’s still that gleam of love in your eyes as they lock with mine. We share a moment that can only be shared by two lovers that have shared a lifetime of love. And for my opposite monologue: "Beau Jest" by James Sherman The whole thing is so stupid. But my parents... Well, you know...They're my parents. My dad was sick last year. My mother's been so tense. I just can't give them any grief right now. The worst of it was after I told them I'd stopped seeing Chris. They assumed I wasn't seeing anybody. So my mother kept trying to fix me up with sons of friends and relatives and I don't know - strangers she'd meet on the street. I don't know where she found these guys. But my mother is determined to make me happy. Whether I like it or not. One time, I went to their house for dinner and she had clipped personal ads out of a magazine for me. Can you imagine? Looking down at your dinner plate and seeing brisket on one side and "S.W.M., mid-thirties, Jewish" on the other? Really, I mean, I know she means well, but...So, anyway, just so they'd feel better a few months ago, I told them I'd started seeing someone. I just invented a boyfriend. Well, my mother's been driving me crazy with "When are we going to meet him?" "When are we going to meet this nice Jewish boy?" I just couldn't put it off anymore. She'll probably want to light candles. I thought about asking one of my friends to be my stand-in beau for the evening, but, frankly, I'm too embarrassed by the whole thing for anybody I know to know about it. So I called your agency. You must think this is extremely weird. Oh, God. Listen. Pay attention. My father's name is Abe. He owns a chain of dry cleaning stores. My mother's name is Miriam. But I think you should call them Mr. and Mrs. Goldman. They live in Skokie on Kildare just off of Dempster. And my brother'll be here, too. His name is Joel. He's a psychologist. He's divorced. He has two children. You and I have been dating since January. We met at the wedding of my best friend, Marilyn Dintenfass. You think you can remember that? I'm sorry. I know this is crazy. It was all in kind of a rush. What do they say? "Desperation is the mother of invention?" Every time my dog barks, my brother assumes I've done something. Oh what magical powers I acquire everytime they need someone to blame. MORP was exciting. And excruciating. We all looked gorgeous, and my date was by far the most attractive, and the most awkward. Touching and not talking... Wow. Dinner was great, the after party was better. I rock at Scene It. I'd rather not discuss the rest of it... I'm still trying to push the memories out of my head. So many mother's gawking at my appearent waist-line. "Val is so tiny! Blah blah blah." It was horrible. So most of my friends think I'm a drunkard. What else is new? I auditioned for Skin of Our Teeth, and I did a pretty sweet reading for Sabina. It's so deep though, I feel as though I'm going to drown just thinking about it. Mr. Fewer had better have a plan. Cast list goes up either today or tomorrow, the same nervousness fills my whole body, just like for How to Succeed... Only I didn't get into that one. God spare me more rejection. I wish today had been Friday. Except not. I'll be all alone next week. Thanks. Pi 6:18 PM - Wednesday, February 8, 2006 - post comment
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