Hey Hey My Fellow Drama Jocks!

Sorry I haven't posted a class in a while.. I was doing two shows and it was getting very hard to find time to come online! But okay.. Let's start class!

§ Okay.. Today in class I want everyone to prepare a monologue to perform next week... I don't care if you write it yourself or get it from a movie. Either is fine with me. I will be making a special thread next week to perform these. So just post here your name and what monologue you will be performing! Okay.. PM me if you have any questions!

~HaPpY AcTiNg~
) JenniE

Can our monologue be from a play or a musical too? Or does it have to be a movie? Thanx! I'll let you know mine soon!

Oh yes.. hehe.. silly me. It can be from a movie or a play too!

) JennIE

Ok thanx!

Ok well I'm doing my monologue from the play Time! See ya next week!

So, is the monologue gonna be like talking to ourself prett much?lol just wndering exaclty what it is! Like is it where we just take some talking from say a movie then we say, but we talk to ourself? I hope that makes sense lol!

Brandis

Oh my, this is so cool! See ya next week Jenny!

grrr... im having trouble thinking of one i like

Hi I'm Kim and I will be performing a monologue called "Bandana Mania" It's going to be cute and funny

Ok here is my monolouge, its from Shakespeare's "The Twelfth Night" and its spoken by the character Viola if anyone who was familiar with the play was curious.
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I left no ring with her: what means this lady?
Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her!
She made good view of me; indeed, so much,
That sure methought her eyes had lost her tongue,
For she did speak in starts distractedly.
She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion
Invites me in this churlish messenger.
None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none.
I am the man: if it be so, as 'tis,
Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
How easy is it for the proper-false
In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!
Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we!
For such as we are made of, such we be.
How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;
And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;
And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.
What will become of this? As I am man,
My state is desperate for my master's love;
As I am woman,--now alas the day!--
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!
O time! thou must untangle this, not I;
It is too hard a knot for me to untie!
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Caitlin