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SOTA THEATRE TALENT ACADEMY MONOLOGUES MONOLOGUES FOR FEMALES DOGFACE BY KELLIE POWELL

Dogface is a play about growing up ugly. The title character was attacked by a dog when she was seven, which causes the other children at school to provide her derogatory nickname - an identity she never fully escapes from. She alternates between describing the experience and re-living it. A copy of the script is available electronically here: http://www.notmyshoes.net/dogface.html

This is how it happens: One minute, you're just another awkward second-grader. And then your mom takes you and your brother to her friend's house, out in the country. You get out of the car, and there's a big yellow dog wagging his tail at you. And your mom and your brother go to ring the doorbell, and you get down on your knees in front of this friendly dog, and you're petting him... And then, suddenly, the dog snaps his jaws. And your life as you know it... ends. The dog never barked, never growled. He followed after me, still friendly and playful. Blood pouring from the holes in my face... and he's looking at me, wagging his tail. My mother grabbed my jacket from the car, and told me to hold it tight against my face. I was crying. I was so panicked I felt like I was choking. At the hospital, nurses were coming in, mopping up blood and asking questions and trying to establish how much of my face was still there, whether the nerve endings were alive. My face felt puffy and I was light-headed. The nurses were friendly, they wanted me to trust them. And I did. I believed them when they said that doctors would be able to fix me. They lied. I was conscious the entire time. I was awake while they sewed my face back together. What I remember most is the bright light, and the strangely disembodied voices of my parents and the doctors, trying to keep the patient calm. When they finally let me see myself, when they gave me a mirror, I had prepared myself for a Halloween mask, for a horror movie, for a nightmare. But the blood had been cleaned away. It was just neat rows of stitches. I was actually relieved. But then I went back to school. And then the real trauma began.

Ratlife, L. Gerald (2009) The Theatre Audition Book 2: Playing Monologues from Contemporary, Modern, Period, Shakespeare and Classical Plays (First ed.). Meriwether Publishing, USA

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) What did you expect us to do? A cinema ticket was cheaper than watching a Wayang. then after the show we must pack-up and move all our things to the next place. more costumes. more scripts.more money! We had no money! How to fight? (Pause) And then. I was singing to dogs! Dogs! But I continued to sing. more skills. and the work was so hard. The entire script is available electronically at http://econtent. when I finished. I looked down and (dramatically) I only saw dogs looking up at me. can speak perfect Singlish.pdf SHE: They all dowan to see our same old shows over and over again.. Who wants to sit on hard chairs for so long in the open-air. more people. night-time we perform.SOTA THEATRE TALENT ACADEMY MONOLOGUES WAYANG SAYANG BY MING WONG SHE is a fading huadan. We never have holidays.com/SHC/Singapore%20Pages/NORA/Literature/Drama/Ming-Wayang%20Sayang. They rather see those new cinema shows or the other troupes from overseas. how come I had to end up singing to dogs? How stupid must you be to end up singing to dogs? (She flops onto her chair. or learn new shows. Daytime we must practice. right until the very end. A lot of people cannot tahan. (Pause) But life was still very difficult. to cut down our loss. sometimes even only once a week. I asked myself. So. no weekends. once when I was performing. The pay was so low.elibraryhub. how to fight TV? Everybody stayed at home and watched TV. And how to fight with those Opera movies with Yam Kim Fai and Bak Shuit Sin? How to beat those troupes from Hong Kong and China? They had more famous stars.) 2 As of 15 November 2011 . We had to cut down our shows. more fighting. distressed. Do you know. We performed three times. Or became part-time only. (Pause. a Cantonese Opera star going out of her prime. of course. more props. they all quit lor.. sweating and feeding mosquitoes? Only dogs would do such a thing. a Wayang actress facing a mid-life crisis.

Never Tolong6”… You listen to me talk so much.grandfather 3 tau suan – yellow bean broth. you must have many stories you will never finish telling… Kuo. Maybe it’s too tall. (2000) Images at the Margins – A Collection of Kuo Pao Kun’s Plays (First ed.) Times Books International. No wonder people call her: “Fatty Bombom. it becomes her confidant. a dessert 4 beehoon goreng – fried vermicelli 5 Ah San . very tall.help 1 2 3 As of 15 November 2011 . I’ll keep my mouth tightly shut like I do in school and at home. curry rice for lunch.K. overtime… Fatty Bombom very cunning today. If you can really talk. I’m not. Too tall you won’t get the sun to cover you. Singapore Tongkang . Skin all cracked.skinny 6 Tolong .rivercraft carrying people and goods Gong Gong . innocent questions about life. Very unusual… Gong Gong2 said last time. Old and funny. like the tongkang1 drivers last time. (approaches the Tree to caress it) How are you? I had tau suan3 for breakfast. This tree is really very funny. this one has them at the bottom. I wonder if that’s because it’s very old so it’s very funny… like Gong Gong last time. You’re so old. very long. Father also will be very late. it looks like the only one left. I think trees are like people. and only listen to you talk.” how nice! If you can talk. only listen to you talk. and beehoon goreng4 for dinner… Mom takes the late shift tonight. I’ll keep quiet forever. advisor and above all. The girl asks the tree probing. friend. like Gong Gong. Just the opposite! Her questions are worse than Ah San5.SOTA THEATRE TALENT ACADEMY MONOLOGUES THE SILLY LITTLE GIRL AND THE FUNNY OLD TREE BY KUO PAO KUN This is the story of a girl and her special relationship with an aged tree. ever get bored? If you can say. It’s different from those we see along the streets. GIRL: This tree. there were many trees like this… Now. stretching right into the sky. always trying to trick us into making mistakes. P. questions we often take for granted. “No. Test without notice. the old ones are always the funny ones. Branches. It’s very old already. I’d let you talk. Yeah. near the ground. This one never had its branches cut off. Other trees have leaves on top. Old and funny. Don’t you say she is kind because she is fat. After realising the tree is a living entity that can interact with her. I’ll shut up.

if I didn’t do baby sitting. my folks can barely make ends meet. But Kerry. Her dad is like this big-shot lawyer who makes zillions of dollars. And Sandra Blake just got a new SUV because she got all B’s on her report card. just got a new BMW for her birthday. I wouldn’t trade them for all the BMW’s in the world. I’ve given this a lot of thought. And if they don’t have it. My dad is a driver for Superior Paper Company and my mom works at a dry cleaning place. Here she displays maturity and clarity of judgment as she speaks of the disparity without jealousy or bitterness.SOTA THEATRE TALENT ACADEMY MONOLOGUES KERRY Her friends. You can’t go around talking trash about people for what they have and be resentful about it. Besides…my friends are really neat. They’re good people. You know. Sally Freeman’s father is a plastic surgeon who gets big bucks to mess with peoples face. KERRY: My friend. I got all A’s and all I got was dinner at Macs. But…hey! This is the way life is you know. being from rich families. all they have to do is snap their fingers and it like appears-ZAP! Me…hey. Doris Eberhart. I wouldn’t be able to hang with them at all. They always include me and treat me as an equal. So it just isn’t possible for me to compete with them—no way. due to her family’s lack of financial resources. movies and other personal pleasures. And they have six children. There isn’t anything they don’t have. have money to spend on clothes. Susan (1998) Monologues for Teenage Girls: Contemporary Scene-Study Pieces For Young Actresses Dramaline Publications. I mean…well…about how they have everything and I have nothing. Most of my friends have money and new cars and the latest styles. USA 4 As of 15 November 2011 . She lives on College Hill in a house that looks like a hotel. As for our family…hey. And when I found out that Doris Eberhart’s dad started out working out on a garbage truck to pay his way through college. I realized that just because people have money doesn’t mean that they don’t deserve it or should be hated for it. is in no position to compete. because all this does is bring you down and make you bitter. At first I was pissed because I thought it was super unfair for some people to have it all while others nothing. you know. In fact. Pomerance. drive their own cars.

you can easily check your Bibles if you want. that tune was wrong. to tune of "My Funny Valentine.no words. And I did. Stah as in stah-bility. holds up lesson plan. WASTBA: Listen now. (She laughs. we shall also inspect the very basic concept of silence. We’re going to be together for several hours and I thought it would be highly professional and competent for me to make a plan. (Pauses. That’s lesson… plan. Splash. (Pauses. I’ll just go really slow. USA 5 As of 15 November 2011 . listen. Lesson plan. Each takes notebook and copies down the name. good luck. smiles. A pleasant welcome and normal chatter. Three will be basic customs: ours here.. (All stare blankly at her smiling face. and totally hilarious. at last. but she waves them away. It was literally double its length in its ancient. get the joke. biblical form.) Bum-tah-bum-bum.") Bum bum-bumbum-bum-bum…bum bum-bum bum-bum-bum… bum bum-bum baaahhhmmmmmmm… (Pauses: sees they are confused. And six will be the very essential verb "to be.) That was a mildly amusing joke: "good grief. (As the students take their notes.SOTA THEATRE TALENT ACADEMY MONOLOGUES THE PRIMARY ENGLISH CLASS BY ISRAEL HOROVITZ The setting is a classroom where an eager young teacher is about to tackle her first assignment--teaching basic English to a group of new citizens. in the following way: WA ST BA. (She links each of the three syllables together on board. (Rummages through stack of papers on desk.) Let’s move along. well.) Now then: Questions? Horovitz. and good grief. not one of whom speaks the same language as another. smiling confidently." At some point. That’s pronounced Wass-tah-bah: Wastba. there are only six points to cover and hours and hours ahead in which to cover them. she becomes more frantic and desperate as her lack of success with her charges mounts.) Think of Wah as in wah-tah. and the wonderfully funny misunderstandings multiply. begin to realize that Wastba is only writing the numbers one through six on the blackboard.after we’ve learned a bit of English. I’ve planned your basic salutation.) My name is Debbie Wastba. Israel (1997) Vol. as we. (Reading again. Rigid and pedagogical at first. they.) Now then. all self-control (and sanity) vanish into total. Well. good afternoon.good morning. (She writes her name on blackboard. according to the book. For two. good night.) W-A-ST-B-A. (Pauses) Actually. Splash. And here it is: (She reads.) One.) Well.) Four will be a short history of our English language. really. panic. It would be much more like… (Sings again. III: The Primary English Class and Six New Plays Smith & Kraus Publishing Inc.you’ll be able to. barging ahead.) This is our lesson plan. anyway. And Bah as in Bah-dum… as in (Sings "Dragnet" theme. such as the goods. (Smiles.) Five will be the primary lesson on the primary English class. They raise their hands in question. until." Later in the night. as you can see.

that is. Daniel and Duncan's education if they haven't won a scholarship by then. I hope I make a success of it. Mother — a former opera singer who struggles to keep a home together for herself. pass all exams and then. if she succeeds in passing it. Douglas.. Mother. until the time came to say goodbye to those she loved best.. make a success of the scheme. and all my friends at school. and to pay for Dick.... daredevil. Douglas.. enable her to gain a place as the first ever scholarship pupil at Grangewood Girls School. find a job as a teacher in an Elementary School and perhaps I'll earn enough money to buy mother the country cottage she’s always wanted..SOTA THEATRE TALENT ACADEMY MONOLOGUES DAISY PULLS IT OFF BY DENISE DEEGAN Energetic Daisy Meredith. Daniel and Duncan of course . she fails the exam.. I'll be dying to know what you're all doing. courageous. for Daisy. Daisy Pulls It Off: A Comedy (First ed.. I do wish the mailman would hurry and bring the exam results letter—I must win the scholarship. for if I. The summer holidays passed all too slowly. Grangewood will open its doors to other High School pupils. Denise (1985). Daniel and Duncan in a small townhouse. Daisy Meredith. Along the way. honest. I so want to go to Grangewood. straight in all things and . she must leave her school at the end of the year and take up some form of ill-paid menial work to which she is little suited.. exuberant. and Daisy's brothers — Dick. I'll have a good education. 6 As of 15 November 2011 . Daisy overcomes false accusations. Father — dead. fond of practical jokes. a girl from a poor background. honourable. zany Trixie Martin. She and her best friend. as poor as myself. Douglas. when I leave.. possessed of a brilliant mind. one of the most famous educational establishments in the country.). See you at the end of term. search for the missing treasure that could save the fortunes of the exclusive Grangewood School for Young Ladies. a High School pupil. to play soccer on their famous field. tomboy. London: Samuel French. is forced to face and overcome snobbish prejudice and schoolgirl pranks from the wealthier girls. and any news you may hear of my old school pals.. I’ll miss Mother and Dick... How great it would be to learn Math and History.. Daisy. But I must win the scholarship for the sake of others well as for myself. however. quickwitted.. If. to make friends with all those girls. the first scholarship pupil at Grangewood. Daisy has recently taken an exam which will. Write often. saves the lives of her nemeses and discovers that the mysterious stranger seen around the grounds is her long-lost father. Deegan. by giving music lessons to private pupils.

that she can't spare one little moment? SHE'S LOOKING AT ME!! SHE'S LOOKING AT ME!! (he puts his lunchbag over his head) Ratlife. Modern. she wouldn't even think of looking at me. The main focus is on Charlie Brown. foibles. and hope. All I have to do is stand up. USA 7 As of 15 November 2011 .. fear. I'm so much of a coward. Shakespeare and Classical Plays (First ed. and I'm so small.I guess they're right. mornings aren't so pleasant either. Lying there and thinking about all the stupid things I've done during the day.. too. She hardly ever does look at me.doubt. I could do that right now. we come to know the personalities of all of the characters in the play – all of their quirks. Well.). There's no reason why I couldn't just go over and sit there.. sometimes. I wonder what she would do if I went over and asked her if I could sit and have lunch with her? She'd probably laugh right in my face. Peanut butter.SOTA THEATRE TALENT ACADEMY MONOLOGUES MONOLOGUES FOR MALES YOU’RE A GOOD MAN. I'm a coward. In fact.I'm standing up! I'm sitting down. L.it's hard on a face when it gets laughed in. I can't remember her ever looking at me. Period.. There's an empty place next to her on the bench. Of course. lunchtime is among the worst times of the day for me. CHARLIE BROWN BY CLARK GESNER The play is a series of vignettes based on the famous Peanuts© comic strip. the peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth. CHARLIE: I think lunchtime is about the worst time of day for me. With the help of his friends he learns to accept his own shortcomings and the humanity in others. Well. a little boy full of self. Then there's the night. Waking up and wondering if anyone would really miss me if I never got out of bed. There's that cute little red-headed girl eating her lunch over there. And all those hours in between when I do all those stupid things. Some psychiatrists say that people who eat peanut butter sandwiches are lonely. Always having to sit here alone. Gerald (2009) The Theatre Audition Book 2: Playing Monologues from Contemporary. Why shouldn't she look at me? Is there any reason in the world why she shouldn't look at me? Is she so great. Meriwether Publishing. And when you're really lonely.. Through the vignettes. I guess I'd better see what I've got.. and strengths.

no answer.... So I got home. I was swimming in the ocean right? And then... So there I was in the ocean with this dead shark floating next to me.. the paper slid down my hand. This happened!!! I need to go to the hospital! It's not ok! 8 As of 15 November 2011 . see? Anyway after that incident I thought it was best if I went home so I was walking home and all of a sudden. AND THEN BAM THE HOUSE EXPLODED. but it's ok! I dived and landed in my neighbours’ pool.... I dived in and got some seaweed and sewed my arm back together. a few staples here. (pointing to a small... and because the house exploded I thought it would be best to go to mum’s work place and finish it off.. it hurts so much.SOTA THEATRE TALENT ACADEMY MONOLOGUES IT’S NOT OK BY REGAN ACE MCKEE (SOTA THEATRE STUDENT) This is an original monologue written by a SOTA Year 2 Theatre student for their Performance & Practice assessment in 2011.. this car comes by and hits me! Both my legs are broken and he drives off! I mean. I popped my legs back together and kept on walking. seemingly insignificant paper cut on his hand)This. While I was doing my work. walked in and called out for mum and dad... But it's ok.. all of a sudden this shark appears out of nowhere and bites off my arm. You wanna know what happened? (sigh) If you have to know… (sniffles) it all started yesterday which was Sunday.... how inconsiderate! He hits me and drives off!!! But it's ok..it's gigantic. there I was flying thousands of kilometers in the air. But. Nowhere to go. Do u see it? Well do u? It's mmmmm-massive !!! Wait let me rephrase . I fought it off with my pinkie.. Tomorrow was Monday and I had homework due then. but it's ok. a few staples there and everything is back to normal.. So I got to the street in front of my house and all of a sudden this dog bounces along and bites open my stomach!!! And my guts are all over the ground… But it's ok! I picked them back up. with no one to help me.. And then...

my son! The jaws that bite. as in uffish thought he stood. two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead. and with its head He went galumphing back. and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought -So rested he by the Tumtum tree. two! One. And the mome raths outgrabe. the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird. and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves. And the mome raths outgrabe. and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves.SOTA THEATRE TALENT ACADEMY MONOLOGUES JABBERWOCKY BY LEWIS CARROLL Jabberwocky is a nonsense verse poem written by Lewis Carroll in his 1872 novel Through the Looking-Glass. "Beware the Jabberwock. Came whiffling through the tulgey wood. And. The Jabberwock. and What Alice Found There. a sequel to Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. "And. has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms. 9 As of 15 November 2011 . my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!' He chortled in his joy. with eyes of flame. `Twas brillig. And burbled as it came! One. And stood awhile in thought. `Twas brillig.

I am too old to spy on my sister when she comes home from a date. either. I am much too young for many of the things I would like to do. “You are much too young to run the power lawn mower alone. I am also old enough to know better.” Do you know what I think? I think my parents are trying to raise the perfect kid. Munster’s tree. Peg. For example. he retorts his inconsistent parents on their own grounds. TOO OLD FOR THAT BY PEG KEHRET A teenage boy talks about his struggles with growing up and adolescence.” He says. I am too young to attend a movie that’s rated PG unless my mother has read a review of it. “Can’t you read anything but comic books? You’re old enough to stretch your mind a little. USA 10 As of 15 November 2011 . calling it the ‘Awkward Age’ for that is literally how he feels all the time. That means I’m not a little kid any longer. I am too old to go for trick-or-treating on Halloween. I plan to tell them. It also means that my parents can’t decide which category I belong in. And the next time they say I’m too young for this or too old for that.” She says.” My mother says. I am too young to go shopping downtown alone. according to my mother. I am too young to attend an unchaperoned party. “Where on earth did you get that magazine? You’re too young to read that sort of thing. My father says. Here. “ You are old enough to do your share of the work around here. Besides being too old. I am presently in what the psychologists refer to as The Awkward Age. I’m too old for many of the activities I still enjoy. According to my parents. but I’m not grown up yet. (mimics a scolding adult) “(Name)! You are old enough to know better than to wear those muddy shoes on the carpet!” “(Name)! You are old enough to know better than to let the parakeet out of his cage when the cat’s indoors. “You think I’m going to turn out perfect? Ha! You are old enough to know better!” Kehret. (1990) Winning Monologues For Young Actors: 65 Honest-To-Life Characterisation To Delight Meriwether Publishing. I am too old to swipe apples from Mrs.” (helpless shrug) On the other hand.SOTA THEATRE TALENT ACADEMY MONOLOGUES TOO YOUNG FOR THIS. I’m going to end up needing one of those psychologists. The result of their indecision is very confusing and if they aren’t careful.

based on the French masterpiece ‘Le Petit Prince’ by Antoine Saint Exupery. to the grown-ups and I asked them whether they were scared or not. They want to make everything very. You know. You just stop drawing those funny pictures!” Kuo. 1. And that became my picture No. So I drew my first picture. why would anyone be scared by a hat!” Aiya. long time for it to digest.SOTA THEATRE TALENT ACADEMY MONOLOGUES DAY I MET THE PRINCE BY KUO PAO KUN ‘Day I Met The Prince’ was created by Kuo Pao Kun in 1988.K.‘I’. The book said. So I went on to add in the inside of the python so they could see everything very. 1. this is my Picture No. I showed this Picture No. “Hahaha. since the grown-ups couldn’t understand. I was very fond of nature: in my imagination. very clearly. I read a book. is a lonely person who feels that nobody understands him/her. I just had to draw another picture. They took a look at the picture. not moving an inch. laughed. The protagonist . I was always making adventures into the great jungles. And after that. grown-ups are always like that. for as long as six months!” At that time. “When the python swallows an animal. It was called ‘The Truth about Nature’. Singapore 11 As of 15 November 2011 . very plain. See. There was a picture in this book showing how a python – a big snake – swallows its prey. P.) Times Books International. 2. and said. it takes a long. You know what the grown-ups told me this time? “Stop drawing those pictures! The inside of the python or the outside of the python. I: When I was six. (2000) Images at the Margins – A Collection of Kuo Pao Kun’s Plays (First ed. but I didn’t draw a hat! It was a python swallowing an elephant! Well. it would just lie there quietly.

You know? Things are changing but… are they improving? Chua.. Burger King. KFC. a young male artist who comments on his painting. all I see are fast food outlets springing all over the place… what you have? McDonalds’. neon lights flickering to display all that food – bah kut teh. you know? Minding their own business and they don’t seem to care or anything… I… thank you. with all its special aromas. responded to that painting and I… I mean. Jocelyn (2006) Restless and other plays The Front Stage Ltd. char kway teow. Pizza Hut… McDonalds’. just head down there to drink in the quaint sensations. However. a response to the rapid rate of development and change in Singapore. McDonalds’… it’s just… this painting. on mornings wrought with insomnia. Singapore 12 As of 15 November 2011 .SOTA THEATRE TALENT ACADEMY MONOLOGUES HOME AND STATION BY JOCELYN CHUA Home & Station is a local play which depicts a young artist Xin trying to deliver a painting to a fellow artist Jay. Closed down ‘cause it lost business. mee rebus… gosh. dead. you know. So rapidly… I don’t know who I am anymore. you name it! But now. and some part of it will survive. McDonalds’. prawn mee hoon. JAY: Thank you very much. their reunion is thwarted by two ominous figures of authority whose casual repartee turns increasingly to interrogations. sights and sounds… I still visit the place sometimes. to that new air-conditioned food court which just opened up across the street? I love that old food centre. It’s just… so many things – everything’s changing.. I mean. This is a monologue from one of the characters in the play. nowadays. Jay. I don’t know. roti prata. you know. the abandoned one just around the corner from here? It used to be bustling in the good old days… stall holders setting up their livelihoods. it’s all gone. violence and coercion. Sir! I-It’s just that it’s been so long since anyone has… well. people nowadays they just rush about their daily lives. it’s a tribute to the death of the food centre. really I’m glad you’ll give it a chance and… Well. you know that old coffee shop downstairs. chicken rice. even past my children’s children’s graves. Hmm. Everything’s… quiet.