Writing a short Monologue
"Take one of the characters from today’s exercises and/or another character you have been exploring from another exercise e.g., subtext - and write a monologue. Here you write about internal conflicts but remember, it is theatre, it needs to “show” and be full of action. Things happening!! Movement."
" Re-watch the Bennett monologues to see how his work is full to brimming with action."
I decided to write a monologue from the perspective of Nigel, the main character in the short film that I created during out 'Film' session.
My Monologue:
"You know, I never thought it would come to this. Talking to a... a mannequin. But here we are. You always said I had a vivid imagination, didn’t you? Well, this... this is a bit much, even for me.
I constantly hear your laughter or some sort of sick manifestation of it. It echoes in this god-awful empty house. God, how I miss that sound. It’s like a cruel joke—this beautiful silence where your voice once danced. I dress you up in your favorite clothes, and it’s as if I’m trying to wrap myself in your memory, hold on to what little I have left, everything I have had to let go of that still bears claw marks from my unabating grip that refuses to part with your soul.
Remember our first date? You wore that red dress. You were so nervous, twirling that glass of wine like a delicate piece of art. Like everything you held was on the brink of shattering in the empyrean domain of your palms. I thought you were radiant, like you’d stepped out of a dream. And now... now all I have is this... this stillness.
I thought talking to you—well, to this—would ease the ache, but it just makes it sharper. I confide in you, share secrets I can’t bear to voice to anyone else. But it’s just a shadow of what was, isn’t it? Just me, lost in this... this echo of life.
But what happens when I have to face the truth? This isn’t you. You’re gone. And I’m here, stuck in this fragile illusion, desperately trying to cling to the past. It feels safer, doesn’t it? But it’s not real. It’s just a veil, a trick of my mind.
I have to let go, don’t I? I can’t hide behind this forever. The memories, the love—they deserve to be honored, not trapped in a lifeless figure. You wouldn’t want that.
I need to face the world, even if it’s painful. Because that’s where you truly are—in the laughter, in the memories... not in this illusion. It’s time to step out of the shadows, isn’t it? Time to say goodbye.
Goodbye, my love."