I need y'all's help. (Lengthy) And before I begin.... this is The Stoner's Lounge. Yes, this is an outrageous topic, but I NEED someone's help, other than my own. And I'm under the impression that it's acceptable to talk about anything here Basically, I have auditions for my school's theatre class, and its mandatory. For those of you who will laugh at me for it... I understand, it is kinda weird. But I enjoy the attention I get, especially since I'm good at it. So I'm cool with it. Anyways, its ALL tomorrow, and I never bothered to look up two minute monologues until... well now, at 1:30 am the night before. But I found a dramatic one, that I relate to more than anything I've ever read. And I can ACTUALLY get myself to cry during it...(I'm so fucking proud of this... you have no idea) and I'm the class clown, so I think it will be funny, as well as shocking if I come and blow everyone away with my new found talent of crying on spot in dramatic monologues. Anyways, I need you to tell me the best place to start the tears, and if you're really into it, tell me when to start shaking my voice too. I would normally ask someone who is... well, more qualified than completely random people on a marijuana forum (I smiled at the thought) But its a little too late for me to ask my Drama teacher, or anyone else who would be of help, so I'm resorting to the internet... Adam is talking to his girlfriend, Samantha, about how he is dealing with losing her after he has committed suicide It isn't an easy thing to miss you. Every day, I think of you. You showed me how beautiful my life could be. But, I guess I took that for granted. Everything is so cold without you here with me. I can't tell you why I did what I did, it just happened. I want you to know that it isn't your fault. I kept thinking of the reasons I needed to die, instead of the reasons I needed so desperately to live. I lose a part of us everyday. The memories of your sunset hair, your kind eyes and your bright smile are all fading. You were the only one who loved me, through it all. No matter what happened to me. Win, lose, it was all the same to you. You always used to tell me how proud you were of me. But I guess I took all that for granted to. I never told you how much you meant to me. As stupid as this sounds, I was afraid of losing you. I thought I was doing the right thing by not telling you how much I loved you. But after I died, you were never the same. The part I thought I saved by not telling you how I felt about you, died when I died. I saw you at my house, after the funeral, crying alone. I wanted to hug you, to hold you. But every time I even tried to touch you, you cried harder. It was almost like you could feel me pass through your hand. I know now that you're the only person I will ever love. But now, I can never say I love you and have you hear it. I can never make you smile or laugh. I can never feel you in my arms, I'll never run my fingers through you soft hair, I'll never hear you tell me that your proud of me, and that you love me. It's been almost a year now. Losing you was the worst pain I have ever faced. But, I know that wherever you are, whatever your doing, you're part of something wonderful. Which is all I've ever wanted for you.
with some dramatic emphasis at key points this could be an awesome read. I'm a speech geek and love watching people speak or perform in front of an audience (even if its an audience of 1). I'd stary the lip quiver towards the end at the sentence "i know now that you're the only person I will ever love" pause catch your composure "But now [start crying] I can never say i love you. Maybe a small quiver early on too "everything is so cold without you here with me" good luck
Now if TheShow can give the same quality opinion in my thread "smokindude is fuckin heated" then ill be good to go
I never got to read this before I had to go up to the place this morning. But that's EXACTLY when I started the quiver, AND the cry. So I guess I did pretty good. I NAILED it. My Drama teacher was blown away. It was great. And it had the perfect effect I imagined, it was funny when it was all over. And everyone was astonished. I'm so glad I did a dramatic monologue and not my usual funny ones. Smokindude... I have no idea what you meant in that post. I'll re-read it. But I'm stoned, so no promises
Congrats bud. The key to success in this sort of interp. is to be able to change from humor to drama, especially when people don't expect it. I was fuckin ripped and found myself reading it outloud a few times trying different patterns of emphasis...I sort of miss my old days in the NFL (national forensics league)
