Stage Manager Monologue

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The stage manager hustled about, other cast members performed their pre show rituals, and I nervously took my place stage right. I made sure to check that my pink tail and pig ears were situated, just as our costume designer had reminded me to do. Once our director finished, her decade long curtain speech, it was time to enter The Hundred Acre Woods alongside my partner in crime, Winnie The Pooh. I poured my heart into my opening soliloquy to three hundred fifty-two third graders,who happened to be my classmates at the time. I trembled from nerves and felt a sinking feeling in that weird space between my lungs and stomach, a feeling I would later thrive on. Seven hundred and four hands clapped and I saw nothing but teeth from the kids in the audience. I was bringing them complete candid joy, which in turn brought me candid joy. I fell in love with the feeling and it was incomparable to anything my eight year old self had experienced. It’s been nearly ten years, and I have yet to find anything I cherish more than my relationship with theatre. Every show I interpret writer's ideas through my own eyes and escape into a world created by the story. A world where breaking out into song is normal, spontaneous dancing is encouraged, and creativity is endless. Creative energy encircles me and overwhelms me with its …show more content…

Sometimes I do not get the role, sometimes I have off days, and sometimes I fail. However, I have learned to accept my failures and try harder the next opportunity I have. Doing this has strengthened my abilities as a performer and humbled me with each experience. Being humbled happens not only from failure, but also from my fellow performers, spirited people who have the same amount of drive and passion as I do. A sense of humble gratification overcomes me when I realize these extremely gifted performers are my colleagues, and they enjoy dancing around dressed as pigs as much as I

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