Theatre Director Monologue

I had always enjoyed going to the theatre. Ever since I was a little girl my father would take me to all the play that were in town. He always bought the best tickets for me for he knew it was the only thing I truly loved; he also managed to take me backstage when the director of the acting company was friend of his. He had a lot of friends because of his work; people respected him very much. I loved how actors would bring the most absurd scenes to live, and I enjoyed even more the reaction of the public to every singles face and phrase the appeared in the play. I felt calm even though the noise couldn’t be worse. I felt happy even in the saddest and scariest scenes because that was the place where y believed I belonged.

Due to my fathers job, my mother and I where always obligated to attend to a bunch of social events with all the bureaucracy of London. People care a lot of the image you give to other people, especially when you have money; my mom and I were my father’s image. Nevertheless, I wasn’t exactly the kind of girls that gives a good

It specifically said boys between 11-15. In that moment I realized something: I could easily make people believe I was a boy and I wanted to act more than anyone. For that reason I decided to do it. I had everything covered. First, when the audition came, I would tell my father that I would go to my friend Caroline’s house and I would go to the audition and say I was already dressed up for the character. Then if everything went good, I would use the same lie for rehearsal. Caroline lived two blocks away from the theatre, so everything was perfect. In case my father wanted to take me I would just pretend to go to her house and then head towards the theatre. The play was at the Swan Theatre and my father didn’t own it, which was something in my