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Play written by: David Rimmer
Boo:  Hey I just remembered this dream I had last night.   I was at this big posh party in London, at this really rich house.  It was really high up, and there were these big picture windows, you could see the river and all the lights of the town.  I was with a girl--- you know who it was?  Trish.  We were just lookin' out the window... and all these rich little old ladies started runnin' around all over the place, all excited, sayin' Mick Jagger's coming.  They came up to us and told us to be careful cause the latest thing in London now was sadism, and Mick was really into it.  Then they flited away, laughin' and eatin' hors d'oeuvres and stuff, and everybody was just waitin' for Mick to show up.  Finally he did, he just walked right in,  MarianneFaithfull was with him---she had purple hair.  And this whole  crowd of little old ladies swarmed around him.  They introduced me to him, and he was incredibly scary-looking, his face, he reallt made me scared just lookin' at him.  He had lipstick on and make-up and he was dressed like a woman, but it was more like he really was a women, a woman and a man at the same time.  All of teh sudden he started pullin' my hair, really viscious, and he had these bracelets on that were made out of spikes, they jabbed into me, I saw drops of blood drippin' off 'em like a horror movie.  I screamed or somethin', I just ran awayI was so scared.  I ended up in this room away from the party, nobody around, and I saw this guy sittin' there by himself, really quiet, watchin' TV.  I sat down snd watched the TV for a couple of minutes, then I turned and looked at the guy... and it was Dylan.
REAL
Written By: James J. Brunelle
Most people think I'm weird because I volunteer down at the homeless shelter.  It's just that one day, I was walking around feeling really sorry for myself because my mother wouldn't let me peirce my nose--- everyone else was getting it done.  Anyway, I walked down by this wooded area that was really, really littered.  Suddenly, this guy sits up from beneath all these cardboard boxes.  I'd never seen anybody so dirty.  Beard down to here.  Hair down to here.  It was his eyes though.  When I looked into them, it was like the whole existence just disappeared... except for his eyes.  It was like seeing myself--- but he wasn't me--- but he was me.  I just took off running as fast as I could.  I didn't want to feel  what I was feeling.  Finally, something made me just stop.  I couldn't just do nothing.  So, I bought him a pepperoni pizza, went back and just plopped it there in front of him like he was going to bite me or something.  He said "Thanks, Brother," and smiled.  I said, "You're welcome", and realy meant it.  Then I walked home--- the long way.  I needed to think.  Up to that point, my whole life was a sham.  For the longest time I pretended to be someone I wasn't--- so other people would accept me.  I finally saw someone for the first time--- me.
Note:  I am so sorry for not being able to put a lot of monologues for males.
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Eat Your Heart Out
Play written by: Nick Hall
This is a humorous play that takes place in a Manhattan restaurant.  Charlie's character is a young, attractive waiter who aspires to be an actor.  He talks to the audience between the scenes.  The following is the opening scene.
Charlie:  If there is one thing I can't stand in the theatre, it's walking out alone on stage at the beginning of the evening to open a show cold. (Grins.) But it's better than waiting tables.  I'm Charlie, (Ironic)... your waiter for the evening.  I'd rather be onstage tonight.  Waiting tables is a toy job.  You probably don't know what a toy job is.  I'll explain.  (He measures the audience) But maybe you know already.  Being a waiter is sort of a standard job for an actor; it's expected.  I mean, if you're a dentist or an insurance salesman and someone says "where're ya' workin' nowadays," and you say, "I'm a waiter at this little French place on fifty-sixth street," they think you're a failure.  But if you're an actor, they understand.  So, (Indicates the restaurant with a gesture) Ici, personne ne parle francais.  That's the name of the place.  Yeah, well I didn't get it the first time either.  It means no one here speaks French.  It's really a lunch place.  At lunch they use four waiters.  After lunch through dinner: one waiter. (Indicates himself) We just get a few semi-regulars in the evening, and now, between lunch and dinner, nothing. (Fiddling with things on table, straightening)  The food's good, French, reasonable.  At lunch you can get a great meal here for about three-fifty, four bucks.  Of course the price soars if you start ordering little extras like coffee.  (The girl enters) She's gotta be kidding.  It's midafternoon.  (He checks his watch) Three-thirty.  (To the girl)  Bonjour m'mselle.