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Footloose: The Musical (Ren)

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REN: We both are. You and me. We”ve both lost somebody. And even though people say they understand, they don”t really. I bet you stop a hundred times a day and wonder “why?” I do. I wonder why”d my Dad leave? Was it something I did? Something I didn”t do? Could I have made him stay? Maybe I could bring him back? But I can”t. But I don”t have to tell you. You know what that”s like. So, I guess I came to town frustrated and angry, and it felt really good to kick up a fuss. And I know it got people upset, and I”m sorry for that. But I”m just trying to move on. Cuz I”m so tired of looking back. (Shrugs.) And I can”t stand still. Okay, look, I”m gonna go. I know you”re gonna do what you”ve gotta do – about the dance and all – but thanks for listening.More Monologues from “Footloose”RelatedShareTweetPin

Footloose: The Musical (Ren)

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REN: I just wanted to say a few words, cuz I think this idea scares a lot of people. It shouldn”t. (Unfolds a piece of paper, clears his throat, reads:) “From the oldest times, people danced for many reasons. They danced so their crops would be plentiful or so that their hunt would be good. They danced to show their community spirit, and they danced to celebrate. And that”s the dancing we”re talking about.”And aren”t we told – excuse me, Reverend – aren”t we told in Psalm 149 to “praise ye the Lord. Sing unto the Lord a new song. Let them praise his Name in the dance?” (He looks to Shaw who, stunned, slowly sits.) And it was King David… King David who we read about in Samuel. And what did David do? What did David do? (Stalls, trying to find the passage:) What did David do? (He finds it.) Ah! “David danced before the Lord with all his might. Leaping and dancing before the Lord.” (Shows the Bible to the Council Members.) Leaping and dancing. And Ecclesiastes assures us that, “There is a time to every purpose under heaven – a time to laugh and a time to weep. There is a time to mourn and there is a time to dance.” There was a time for this law, but not anymore. And this is our time. Our time to celebrate life. That”s the way it was in the beginning, the way it”s always been and that”s the way it should be now. Thank you.More Monologues from “Footloose”RelatedShareTweetPin

And aren”t we told – excuse me, Reverend – aren”t we told in Psalm 149 to “praise ye the Lord. Sing unto the Lord a new song. Let them praise his Name in the dance?” (He looks to Shaw who, stunned, slowly sits.) And it was King David… King David who we read about in Samuel. And what did David do? What did David do? (Stalls, trying to find the passage:) What did David do? (He finds it.) Ah! “David danced before the Lord with all his might. Leaping and dancing before the Lord.” (Shows the Bible to the Council Members.) Leaping and dancing. And Ecclesiastes assures us that, “There is a time to every purpose under heaven – a time to laugh and a time to weep. There is a time to mourn and there is a time to dance.” There was a time for this law, but not anymore. And this is our time. Our time to celebrate life. That”s the way it was in the beginning, the way it”s always been and that”s the way it should be now. Thank you.More Monologues from “Footloose”RelatedShareTweetPin

Footloose: The Musical (Rusty)

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RUSTY: Well! Ladies, should I take this one? There were these four kids we all grew up with. And they were driving back from a big dance over in Baylor County. Now, maybe it was the rain that night, maybe they were being a little wild, but somehow they lost control of the car. It skidded across the bridge, crashed through the railing, and fell thirty-five feet into the Potawney River. And when the sheriff”s office published the autopsy report it claimed there was alcohol and marijuana in their blood. Well! Everybody in town went nuts. He convinced the Town Council that it was all a sin and… (Snaps her fingers.) …just like that, they passed this law.More Monologues from “Footloose”RelatedShareTweetPin

Footloose: The Musical (Shaw)

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SHAW: I took the long way to church this morning, down past the old creek. I heard birds chirping and our own choir warming up in the distance. I was reminded of a line from our great poet, Walt Whitman, who wrote, “I hear America singing.” And I thought, “Aren”t we the song that we sing? Don”t we lift our voices to tell the world who we are? And what we believe?” So I ask you this morning – what song are you singing?But if Walt Whitman were alive today, what song would he hear America singing? When I turn on television, all I hear is the music of easy sexuality and relaxed morals. I hear rock and roll and the endless chant of pornography. And I ask myself, “Why does our Lord allow this?” We know God has the power to turn all those records and books and videos into one big fiery cinder like… (Clapping his hands before a sleeping boy.) …that! (The BOY startles awake.) But He doesn”t. And why? Because God is testing us. He”s watching to see whether we”ll choose his path. And that is why, every day, we must ask ourselves: “Have I done the right thing?”More Monologues from “Footloose”RelatedShareTweetPin

But if Walt Whitman were alive today, what song would he hear America singing? When I turn on television, all I hear is the music of easy sexuality and relaxed morals. I hear rock and roll and the endless chant of pornography. And I ask myself, “Why does our Lord allow this?” We know God has the power to turn all those records and books and videos into one big fiery cinder like… (Clapping his hands before a sleeping boy.) …that! (The BOY startles awake.) But He doesn”t. And why? Because God is testing us. He”s watching to see whether we”ll choose his path. And that is why, every day, we must ask ourselves: “Have I done the right thing?”More Monologues from “Footloose”RelatedShareTweetPin

Footloose: The Musical (Shaw)

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SHAW: I”m standing before you this morning with a very troubled heart. You see, my friends, as your minister, I should be helping you to find the joy in your lives; last night I realized that I haven”t been doing that. After all, we all remember that terrible night five years ago when the lives of four young people ended on the Potawney Bridge. Everyone in this community lost someone that night – a child, a neighbor, a friend. I -Vi and I – we lost our son. (He looks to his family.) Ariel lost her brother.Now, somehow I got into my head that my loss was the greatest. That my pain was the deepest. And then, last night, someone much younger than I made me realize how tightly I had been holding onto that memory. A memory that has weighed me down as surely as a great stone. And in that moment, I did something I haven”t done for a very long time: I laid down my burden. It was a terrifying moment. And it was exhilarating. This morning I offer you the same opportunity. (Beat.) The Senior Class of Bomont High School has asked permission to hold a dance. Ren, I think that might be a good idea. (The congregation reacts with muted jubilation.) Please join me in asking our Lord to guide and protect our children.More Monologues from “Footloose”RelatedShareTweetPin

Now, somehow I got into my head that my loss was the greatest. That my pain was the deepest. And then, last night, someone much younger than I made me realize how tightly I had been holding onto that memory. A memory that has weighed me down as surely as a great stone. And in that moment, I did something I haven”t done for a very long time: I laid down my burden. It was a terrifying moment. And it was exhilarating. This morning I offer you the same opportunity. (Beat.) The Senior Class of Bomont High School has asked permission to hold a dance. Ren, I think that might be a good idea. (The congregation reacts with muted jubilation.) Please join me in asking our Lord to guide and protect our children.More Monologues from “Footloose”RelatedShareTweetPin

Cry-Baby: The Musical (Mrs. VW)

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MRS. VW: It all started years ago. World War Two. December, nineteen forty three. My best friends were Fred and Adele Blandish. Baldwin”s parents. They ran the biggest factory in town, the Blandish Bootworks. They had converted from making bedroom slippers and baby booties to making soldiers” boots for the war effort.I knew they were using inferior materials – cardboard and shellac – and charging the government for leather, making huge profits. But I looked the other way. We were in the same social circle. Then the bad news started coming in from overseas. Our brave fighting boys were falling victim to mysterious injuries – fallen arches, bunions, corns… even twisted ankles! There was an inquiry and the factory was to be inspected. A week before the inspection was to take place, the factory burned to the ground, killing the watchman. It was Christmas Eve. The Blandishes were due at my home for carols and figgy pudding. They arrived late, reeking of gasoline. I didn”t think anything of it at the time. With the war rationing people drank anything they could get their hands on. Later, when the investigation began, Fred and Adele begged me to say they”d been at my house all evening. It was wartime and I felt I had to stand shoulder to shoulder with my peers and class against the threat of anarchy and revolution. The police suspected a poor young pacifist couple who had demonstrated against vi-Far outside the factory the day before. Will and Ariel Walker – I didn”t know them. Fred Blandish testified that the Walkers had threatened to burn the factory down. And, God forgive me, I confirmed Fred”s alibi. I needed to believe him. The Walkers were convicted of arson, murder, and treason. I realize now they were innocent.RelatedShareTweetPin

I knew they were using inferior materials – cardboard and shellac – and charging the government for leather, making huge profits. But I looked the other way. We were in the same social circle. Then the bad news started coming in from overseas. Our brave fighting boys were falling victim to mysterious injuries – fallen arches, bunions, corns… even twisted ankles! There was an inquiry and the factory was to be inspected. A week before the inspection was to take place, the factory burned to the ground, killing the watchman. It was Christmas Eve. The Blandishes were due at my home for carols and figgy pudding. They arrived late, reeking of gasoline. I didn”t think anything of it at the time. With the war rationing people drank anything they could get their hands on. Later, when the investigation began, Fred and Adele begged me to say they”d been at my house all evening. It was wartime and I felt I had to stand shoulder to shoulder with my peers and class against the threat of anarchy and revolution. The police suspected a poor young pacifist couple who had demonstrated against vi-Far outside the factory the day before. Will and Ariel Walker – I didn”t know them. Fred Blandish testified that the Walkers had threatened to burn the factory down. And, God forgive me, I confirmed Fred”s alibi. I needed to believe him. The Walkers were convicted of arson, murder, and treason. I realize now they were innocent.RelatedShareTweetPin

Cry-Baby: The Musical (Baldwin)

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BALDWIN: Well, whadda ya know! It”s that special time of year again, here at the Maidenhead Country Club! It”s Safety Awareness Day! We all enjoyed the Anti-Polio Picnic this morning, and to top it all off, we”re very excited to be celebrating the Club”s brand new Atomic Age bomb shelter. Well done, Junior Disaster Committee! I”d like to remind the wait staff that in the event of a nuclear attack – the shelter is for members only. Anyhow, the Whiffles and I wish you a safe and aware Safety Awareness Day, and we hope you enjoy our little musical proffering.RelatedShareTweetPin

Almost Dramatic (Rosie)

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ROSIE: Will someone please show me where is it written that if you”re not the typical “ingénue,” then you”re automatically cast as the Mayor”s Wife? Hmm? I”ve been cast as the Mayor”s Wife in musicals that don”t even have a mayor. Or a town! Then last year the drama club stages The Music Man -where the Mayor”s Wife is a leading role -and what does our older-than-the-bard director, slash, driver”s-ed teacher, Mr. Gruella cast me as? “Townsperson Number 13.” Double digits people! And don”t get me started on the summer reduction of Hairspray. Instead of casting one curvy teenager as Tracy. my drama camp doubles the role …with twins in padding! I was the prison matron. But this year? This year? There won”t be stages big enough! There won”t be lights bright enough! This year, the drama club is staging Fiddler, and I”m going to land the role of The Girl who gets The Boy! [Even if that boy is probably gay.] It”s the day of the big tryouts; the auditorium is packed with the usual sycophants circling Gruella like he”s the friggin” Lion King. (Chants ala “Circle of Life”) “Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba!” [Here comes a lion, Father] My name is called and I take to the stage as to the manner born! Breathing in that thespian aroma of a freshly shellacked stage, perfumed with the enduring mist of gray in a can. “Tell us a little about yourself.”Gruella booms over the God mic. “Myself?””Who is … “Cassie?”””Cassie? I have no idea”It seems Gruella caught a local production of A Chorus Line and is now stuck in the 70s.”What would you do if you could no longer be in the high-school musical?””I”d be in a professional musical.” Is what I should have said, but all I could think of was: “There”s always Color Guard?””In other words, you would throw crap up in the air and catch it?””Hopefully.”” … Let”s just hear the song.”I started to sweat. And think. Then think while sweating; I was multitasking: What if I don”t get cast because I fail at being myself? Who am I anyway, am I my résumé? Hello! I”m a teenager; you”re lucky I know who the Vice President is. By this point in the audition I am shvitzing like Old Deuteronomy and forget the words to my song. Who forgets the lyrics to “Memory?” (sings) All Alone In The” (pause) -Next day, I brave the hallway of shame, passed the faux hugging and chutzpah to catch the cast list just as it was posted … “Rosie: Mother #12, and … The Mayor”s Wife.”? Since when did Anatevka elect a mayor? I wanted to drop out then and there, rip that piece of paper off Gruella”s door, tear it to shreds like Patti Lupone does her reviews, and sing “There”s Gotta Be Something Better Than This!” (Pause.) But a better “Angel of Music” prevailed. I”m a pro. If I am going play a matron – (Literally swallows her pride.) again -I am going to play the mother of all mothers: “Here she is world! Here she is, Gruella! Here”s Rosie!” (Strikes an Evita diva pose and serves a royal wave) My turn will come; for such is the magic of theatre that ingénues age into the chorus, while character actors grace into the leads. Yes, “Something is Changing; Something is Not The Same …Let It Go, Let It Go! Take Me For What I Am “Cause I … Am …Changing…And “You”re Gonna Love … Me!” (Belts or wails the last notes of “Defying Gravity”) “Oh, Oh! …How do you like them eggrolls, Mr. Gruella?” (Mimes a mic drop)RelatedShareTweetPin

Gruella booms over the God mic. “Myself?””Who is … “Cassie?”””Cassie? I have no idea”It seems Gruella caught a local production of A Chorus Line and is now stuck in the 70s.”What would you do if you could no longer be in the high-school musical?””I”d be in a professional musical.” Is what I should have said, but all I could think of was: “There”s always Color Guard?””In other words, you would throw crap up in the air and catch it?””Hopefully.”” … Let”s just hear the song.”I started to sweat. And think. Then think while sweating; I was multitasking: What if I don”t get cast because I fail at being myself? Who am I anyway, am I my résumé? Hello! I”m a teenager; you”re lucky I know who the Vice President is. By this point in the audition I am shvitzing like Old Deuteronomy and forget the words to my song. Who forgets the lyrics to “Memory?” (sings) All Alone In The” (pause) -Next day, I brave the hallway of shame, passed the faux hugging and chutzpah to catch the cast list just as it was posted … “Rosie: Mother #12, and … The Mayor”s Wife.”? Since when did Anatevka elect a mayor? I wanted to drop out then and there, rip that piece of paper off Gruella”s door, tear it to shreds like Patti Lupone does her reviews, and sing “There”s Gotta Be Something Better Than This!” (Pause.) But a better “Angel of Music” prevailed. I”m a pro. If I am going play a matron – (Literally swallows her pride.) again -I am going to play the mother of all mothers: “Here she is world! Here she is, Gruella! Here”s Rosie!” (Strikes an Evita diva pose and serves a royal wave) My turn will come; for such is the magic of theatre that ingénues age into the chorus, while character actors grace into the leads. Yes, “Something is Changing; Something is Not The Same …Let It Go, Let It Go! Take Me For What I Am “Cause I … Am …Changing…And “You”re Gonna Love … Me!” (Belts or wails the last notes of “Defying Gravity”) “Oh, Oh! …How do you like them eggrolls, Mr. Gruella?” (Mimes a mic drop)RelatedShareTweetPin

I started to sweat. And think. Then think while sweating; I was multitasking: What if I don”t get cast because I fail at being myself? Who am I anyway, am I my résumé? Hello! I”m a teenager; you”re lucky I know who the Vice President is. By this point in the audition I am shvitzing like Old Deuteronomy and forget the words to my song. Who forgets the lyrics to “Memory?” (sings) All Alone In The” (pause) -Next day, I brave the hallway of shame, passed the faux hugging and chutzpah to catch the cast list just as it was posted … “Rosie: Mother #12, and … The Mayor”s Wife.”? Since when did Anatevka elect a mayor? I wanted to drop out then and there, rip that piece of paper off Gruella”s door, tear it to shreds like Patti Lupone does her reviews, and sing “There”s Gotta Be Something Better Than This!” (Pause.) But a better “Angel of Music” prevailed. I”m a pro. If I am going play a matron – (Literally swallows her pride.) again -I am going to play the mother of all mothers: “Here she is world! Here she is, Gruella! Here”s Rosie!” (Strikes an Evita diva pose and serves a royal wave) My turn will come; for such is the magic of theatre that ingénues age into the chorus, while character actors grace into the leads. Yes, “Something is Changing; Something is Not The Same …Let It Go, Let It Go! Take Me For What I Am “Cause I … Am …Changing…And “You”re Gonna Love … Me!” (Belts or wails the last notes of “Defying Gravity”) “Oh, Oh! …How do you like them eggrolls, Mr. Gruella?” (Mimes a mic drop)RelatedShareTweetPin

A Little Princess: The Musical (Sara)

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SARA: Shhh! Please. I”m sorry, but we”ve got to be very quiet, or we”ll frighten the spirits away! Come, let”s everyone hold hands. You too, Becky. Let”s close our eyes and think. (Pause) What do you suppose Becky”s mother would want to say to her? I think she”d say a bit about where she is now, where there are fields and fields of flowers, and a soft wind is always blowing. And if spirits can float around where they like, and I believe it”s true, perhaps Becky”s mama is in this room with us right now. And what do you think she would say?More Monologues from “A Little Princess”RelatedShareTweetPin

A Chorus Line (Paul)

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PAUL: Well, we were doing this oriental number and I looked like Cyd Charisse. Oh, oh, Anna May Wong, Anna May Wong. I had these two great big chrysanthemums on either side my head and a huge headdress with gold balls hanging all over it. I was going on for the finale and going down the stairs and who should I see standing by the stage door … my parents. They got there too early. I freaked. I didn”t know what to do. I thought to myself : “I know, I”ll just walk quickly past them like all the others and they”ll never recognize me.”So I took a deep breath and started down the stairs and just as I passed my mother I heard her say : “Oh, my God.” Well… I died. But what could I do? I had to go on for the finale so I just kept going. After the show I went back to my dressing room and after I”d finished dressing and taking my makeup off, I went back down stairs. And there they were, standing in the middle of all these … And all they said to me was “Please write, make sure you eat and take care of yourself.” And just before my parents left, my father turned to the producer and said, “Take care of my son.” That was the first time he ever called me that… I… ah… I… ah…. (breaks down)RelatedShareTweetPin

So I took a deep breath and started down the stairs and just as I passed my mother I heard her say : “Oh, my God.” Well… I died. But what could I do? I had to go on for the finale so I just kept going. After the show I went back to my dressing room and after I”d finished dressing and taking my makeup off, I went back down stairs. And there they were, standing in the middle of all these … And all they said to me was “Please write, make sure you eat and take care of yourself.” And just before my parents left, my father turned to the producer and said, “Take care of my son.” That was the first time he ever called me that… I… ah… I… ah…. (breaks down)RelatedShareTweetPin