Monologue
THis is my monologue im doing for my advanced acting class audition. and i'd like some feed back from you cool peeps about if you like it
thanks :)
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Ugh, i hate to touch it.. it feels.. funny. it's got an aweful smell too. must be the paper they use now a days to print these things. "payment for wrongful death". big digits. now we got lots of money. lots of money for the life of our boy. ..how do they figure? how to they know? how do they add up what a ten year old boy's life is worth to his parents? maybe they have a chart of something. probably feed it into a computer. Bzzz. one scrawny brown working class boy. no wealthy realitives. size 4 shoe. a chance of becoming rich in his lifetime if he plays lotto regularly. how many dollars? how many cents? ...do they know about the time i found out i was pregnant with him? my absolute joy that god has sent me this child. true, i already had Walter but that was before you. but you loved us anyhow, and soon linus was growing inside of me because we were in love. yes, there was never enough money and we were always stuggling but that's just the way life is. we knew we were suppose to have this baby. you to me to your mother and father and sisters and all your sisters, brothers, aunts, and uncles. your whole tribe. you told them: "this is my woman and she's going to have our child." they all hugged and kissed me. do they know about the way you would put your head on my stomach and listen? did they figger in the way you held my hand with tears in your eyes while i was in labor? when he was born the grandparents, aunts, uncles, neighbors and friends brought presents, ate and drank and danced and sang. do they know about those moments? did they add them in here? and what about linus himself?he would make me throw out all my mean, petty, selfish partsand give him the best person i could be. remember when he was good? remember when he was bad? the times he was like us and yet somehow brand new? and.. what.. about.. what he .. might of.. been? how do they figger? how do they know?
thanks :)
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Ugh, i hate to touch it.. it feels.. funny. it's got an aweful smell too. must be the paper they use now a days to print these things. "payment for wrongful death". big digits. now we got lots of money. lots of money for the life of our boy. ..how do they figure? how to they know? how do they add up what a ten year old boy's life is worth to his parents? maybe they have a chart of something. probably feed it into a computer. Bzzz. one scrawny brown working class boy. no wealthy realitives. size 4 shoe. a chance of becoming rich in his lifetime if he plays lotto regularly. how many dollars? how many cents? ...do they know about the time i found out i was pregnant with him? my absolute joy that god has sent me this child. true, i already had Walter but that was before you. but you loved us anyhow, and soon linus was growing inside of me because we were in love. yes, there was never enough money and we were always stuggling but that's just the way life is. we knew we were suppose to have this baby. you to me to your mother and father and sisters and all your sisters, brothers, aunts, and uncles. your whole tribe. you told them: "this is my woman and she's going to have our child." they all hugged and kissed me. do they know about the way you would put your head on my stomach and listen? did they figger in the way you held my hand with tears in your eyes while i was in labor? when he was born the grandparents, aunts, uncles, neighbors and friends brought presents, ate and drank and danced and sang. do they know about those moments? did they add them in here? and what about linus himself?he would make me throw out all my mean, petty, selfish partsand give him the best person i could be. remember when he was good? remember when he was bad? the times he was like us and yet somehow brand new? and.. what.. about.. what he .. might of.. been? how do they figger? how do they know?