The post below is my favorite monologue I ever performed during my time in theater. I just love how strong Portia is...how she stands up to Brutus and says "HEY. I'm here. Talk to me. I deserve to know what's going on."
I was thinking today, and wishing I could act again. I've never wanted to pursue theater and really I still don't. I got tired of it and quit and I don't regret that.
I wish I had another chance to act because I want to shout at someone. I want to lace my voice with spite and hatred and tighten my jaw and narrow my eyes. I want to get angry. Well, I already am angry actually. And I want to let that anger out.
That was always the cool thing about acting. I don't remember ever being openly hostile to someone in person. I try to act sweet, quiet, and gentle for the most part. Sweet, quiet, gentle Melissa doesn't shout or spit angry words in someone's face, no matter how much she wants to. When I was acting though, I got to be someone different. I got to be the kind of person who shouts when she's mad. I got to be the kind of person who's voice shakes with anger, who's cold eyes stare the offender down, who's jaw clenches with hatred before she explodes. Even if it was only for a short scene on a small stage a couple times a week during rehearsal.
I'm more angry now than I've been in a long time. And I know even if I were given the opportunity, I would probably just break down and start crying furious tears instead of yelling. I am dying to get on stage again. Give me one monologue...just one...something spiteful, and mean, so I can get it out of my system and start feeling normal again.
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