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- for a whole year!
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Monologue Mania Day #275 by Janet S. Tiger Jigsaw Nov. 14, 2014
Jigsaw
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved [email protected]
(A young man runs onstage, he turns a few somersaults, cartwheels- he will be doing these acrobatics throughout the piece - all the while he has a giant scissors and is snipping at the air with them. He stops, looks at the floor, goes to pick up the 'pieces')
I thought this would help, but now I don't know.
(He holds one of the 'pieces' up and looks at it)
Where did this one go? I forget now......
(He removes a paper from his pocket and examines it, checking on the 'pieces' lying on the floor and the one in his hand.) Did I get this wrong?
(He bounces to a corner, trying to get very high off the ground and snips more, examines)
This is supposed to fit together somehow.....
(He puts the 'pieces' in some order, stares) That's my childhood, I get it. Nice house, good neighborhood, great schools. Forever damaged by my parents, right on target!
(He shuffles the pieces)
College days, friends......books I read, vacations, teachers......jobs....now a new job, a serious one.....one I might stay in for years......
(He goes to other pieces, tries to fit them in)
But my girlfriend, she doesn't want to live in that state, so......
(He cuts out a section, discards it)
I guess that's the end of her, right?
(He goes to the section, picks it up, hugs it, then suddenly throws it far away, suddenly sees a new section, where he cuts out a fresh 'piece', looks at it, smiles)
And you never know what the future holds, which piece of the puzzle is coming next, or where it fits when you first see it.....
(He furiously goes from one end of the stage to another, examining all the parts in a frenzy)
I mean, this is my life, right? The pieces, and I get to figure it out......Only...it seems.... the pieces don't always fit..... (He suddenly stops, slows way down, steps way back and stares, amazed) But sometimes, for a minute..... they do.......
(He whirls around cartwheeling across the stage)
I just love dreams!
(He turns to exit, stops, looks back, a little concerned)
This is a dream, right?
(He decides it is, laughs, and somersaults off the stage. Never the end of the puzzle)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315 www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com Member Dramatists Guild since 1983 Playwright-in-Residence Swedenborg Hall 2006-8 --------------------------------------------------------
- for a whole year!
Note: A few words about 'free' - all these monologues are protected under copyright law and are free to read, free to perform and video as long as no money is charged. Once you charge admission or a donation, or include my work in an anthology, you need to contact me for royalty info.
If you just started this blog and want to read the earlier monologues, please
scroll down for the previous days or go to http://www.monologuestore.com/ -click on the Monologue Mania button please scroll down.
To start at the beginning - Feb. 13, - click here.
For a list of the blurbs from each day, click here
Help a playwright and get more great award-winning monologues - MonologueZone.com
Thank you for your comments - and for liking and sharing this site ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Monologue Mania Day #275 by Janet S. Tiger Jigsaw Nov. 14, 2014
Jigsaw
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved [email protected]
(A young man runs onstage, he turns a few somersaults, cartwheels- he will be doing these acrobatics throughout the piece - all the while he has a giant scissors and is snipping at the air with them. He stops, looks at the floor, goes to pick up the 'pieces')
I thought this would help, but now I don't know.
(He holds one of the 'pieces' up and looks at it)
Where did this one go? I forget now......
(He removes a paper from his pocket and examines it, checking on the 'pieces' lying on the floor and the one in his hand.) Did I get this wrong?
(He bounces to a corner, trying to get very high off the ground and snips more, examines)
This is supposed to fit together somehow.....
(He puts the 'pieces' in some order, stares) That's my childhood, I get it. Nice house, good neighborhood, great schools. Forever damaged by my parents, right on target!
(He shuffles the pieces)
College days, friends......books I read, vacations, teachers......jobs....now a new job, a serious one.....one I might stay in for years......
(He goes to other pieces, tries to fit them in)
But my girlfriend, she doesn't want to live in that state, so......
(He cuts out a section, discards it)
I guess that's the end of her, right?
(He goes to the section, picks it up, hugs it, then suddenly throws it far away, suddenly sees a new section, where he cuts out a fresh 'piece', looks at it, smiles)
And you never know what the future holds, which piece of the puzzle is coming next, or where it fits when you first see it.....
(He furiously goes from one end of the stage to another, examining all the parts in a frenzy)
I mean, this is my life, right? The pieces, and I get to figure it out......Only...it seems.... the pieces don't always fit..... (He suddenly stops, slows way down, steps way back and stares, amazed) But sometimes, for a minute..... they do.......
(He whirls around cartwheeling across the stage)
I just love dreams!
(He turns to exit, stops, looks back, a little concerned)
This is a dream, right?
(He decides it is, laughs, and somersaults off the stage. Never the end of the puzzle)
------------------------------------------------------------------
Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315 www.JanetSTiger.weebly.com Member Dramatists Guild since 1983 Playwright-in-Residence Swedenborg Hall 2006-8 --------------------------------------------------------
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