Mono-atoned

Fresh back from atoning over a brief high holiday hiatus - I continued my quest for Broadway by finding the perfect monologue(s). I've been reading a few other plays including "The Black Monk" by David Rabe, and a musical version of "Anne of Green Gables" (for something a little younger.) You see, I would like to do more children's theater, so I think that a piece from "AOGG" could be quite fitting.

On my train ride back to the city this morning, I took down notes and highlighted a piece I have fallen in love with from John Guare's "Rich & Famous." My voice teacher told me that we often pick material that reflects our personalities or current emotional state. Based on this piece, I am inclined to agree.

Come on in, Bing. This is our past. It's so safe in here.
You must do it all the time. Walk into the past. You're a writer. You see a movie you like, don't you walk right into it?
I take snapshots and I walk right into them. I take my car and drive into the yearbook. Tool around.
Hi, Donny. Hi, Kenny.
Hi, Grandma. I used to think you were so old.
She's the same age then as me right now.

I've got all these dreams in my head. It must be wonderful to have a talent like you do. Like my grandfather.
A place to put your dreams.
My dreams are just wandering around in my head. Some go here. Some go there.
And there you are. You're always there.

I want to tell you a secret. You're a writer. You'll understand.
I'm thinking about leaving my husband. Get a job. Maybe work with emotionally disturbed children. Jobs nobody else wants. I'm not qualified to be a dog catcher's assistant. It's so hard to get started in your life. To pull yourself together just to begin. You're a mind reader, Bing. No wonder you're a writer.
I've got all these dreams. You're so lucky. You're doing what you want to do.

Talent. A place to put your dreams. You must be raking in the cash, Bing. All the wonderful things you can do for people. Your parents must be crazy with joy. A passport to freedom. Dreams. Money.

Bing? Write about me changing? Give me a beautiful life and then send me a copy. Second thought, don't. I'll remember this day for the rest of my life.