Finding the right monologue is such an important part of preparing for an audition. You want to make sure you find one that shows off your best attributes and talents and puts you in the best light, which is not an easy task!
This is why we’ve scoured the Internet and our favourite monologue books to curate this list of free monologues for teenagers, split into male and female. There’s a wide range of topics, personality types and genres to pick from – all entertaining and all on the shorter side to keep your audience engaged.
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1 – Basketball Therapy by Gabriel Davis
Published in Best Contemporary Monologues For Kids Ages 7-15 edited by Lawrence Harbison
I don’t need therapy! I don’t need to be here. I’m not insane, I’m Linsane. As in I’ve got “a condition” called Linsanity! And anyone in their right mind who has seen point guard Jeremy Lin do his thing on the basketball court would have it too!
That’s what my mom and sister don’t get. That’s why they wanted me to come talk to you. But I don’t need to be here. I’m only here because my mom caught me talking about Jeremy Lin at my father’s wake.
I never would have said anything, but out of the blue my cousin Arnie is like, “Jeremy Lin’s a passing fad.” If my dad had heard that, he’d have jumped out of that coffin and whooped Arnie. I actually looked over at dad, lying there in our living room, wearin’ his Sunday best, I half expected to see him get up.
Of course he didn’t, so I had to tell Arnie myself how Lin’s got this low dribble that throws the defense, how his pick and rolls and combinations driving to the net are sick. Arnie tells me, the only reason he’s getting any attention is because he’s like one of the first few Asians in basketball. Oh boy, I thought. Dad would have kicked Arnie out of the house by now. But I didn’t, I just got into I guess a slightly ah heated debate with him where I like, dared him to a game of air basketball in the mud room.
That’s around the time some of the relatives said it seemed insensitive of me to go and play air basketball in the mud room with everyone else trying to mourn and pay their respects and honestly I don’t even care. It was my dad. I’m the most relative to the situation if you know what I mean.
So then for the next two weeks Lin just continued to kick major ass and I couldn’t pull myself away to do all these family activities. Lin was on fire and you know- My dad would have been pumped. Mom had this dinner in honour of him and I … I said I felt sick so I could stay home and watch the game. Dad would never have gone to some dinner with this game going on.
Before Lin even made it to the NBA, my dad saw back in the day. Dad followed college ball too and knew how good Lin was at Harvard. When Lin first made it to the NBA and was struggling a bit, dad would talk about how Lin just hadn’t found his stride yet but he had greatness inside. Dad and I could talk about basketball for hours.
So I guess that’s why I … I just don’t want to stop talking about basketball you know? To be honest, as long as I’m shootin’ air hoops in the mud room and cuttin’ up with Arnie, and watching the games like a religion … it doesn’t even feel like he’s gone. That’s what they all can’t understand. I’m not insensitive … I’m …
They all want to be sad he’s gone, see? But he’s not. I’m with him, I’m keeping him with me. So … if they sent me here so I’d stop well … I’m not going to stop talking about or watching basketball. They think I need this … talk therapy, but I already got it you know.
So um … you follow basketball all at all? Oh yeah?! Which team?
2 – Romeo’s Monologue | Romeo & Juliet by William Shakespeare
Act 2, Scene 2
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my lady; O, it is my love!
O that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold; ’tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
3 – Fearless by Lilly Johnson
You’re scared of the ocean? Yeah, I understand that. The ocean seems scary to many, even dangerous. People fear of drowning or being attacked by creatures from below. But this does not apply to me. I’m as fearless as it gets when it comes to water. Or, at least I was. There are some things that I’ve seen happen in the ocean that would normally scar you for life. I’ve heard about shark attacks, but they never really scared me…didn’t seem real. Until one day last summer. The morning sky was clear, not a cloud could be seen for miles. The sun had already risen, its heat overbearing. Seeing the waves reach all the way out from the deep to the shore, I couldn’t help but think of what a perfect day it would be for surfing. I grabbed my surfboard and broke into a sprint across the beach; I could feel the ocean spray before I reached the water. I waded through the water, trying to keep from being pushed back by the rising waves. After about two minutes, the water was above my waist. Right about that time, unfortunately, a huge wage was forming, and was starting to come my way. I grabbed my board and tried to pull myself onto it, but it was too late. I opened my eyes, only for the saltwater to flood them. Now, some people would have panicked, but that’s not who I am. As I attempted to swim up, a huge object pushed against me, sending me farther down. I looked around. What I saw was terrifying. A shark, at least fifteen feet long, was staring at me the way a barn owl stares at a mouse. With all my might, I swam upward. It seemed like forever until I reached the surface and swam towards the shore. I used to brag about being fearless, but I can’t imagine what would have happened if I didn’t get scared that day. Being scared saved my life. Yeah, I’ll admit it. I’m a little scared of the ocean now too.
4 – Tommy Boy
Context: Tommy is a Sophomore in high school. He’s a nice looking teen, who loves to be around his friends. He is outgoing, except when it comes to girls. Tommy’s talking to his friend Ivan after school while waiting for the bus.
Tommy: Dude, you’ll never believe what happened to me today. It all started when I woke up this morning. You know usually I press the snooze button about four or five times…but today was different, when I heard the alarm, I just sprang out of bed and said to myself, “Today is going to be a great day!” I don’t know why I said it, but I was feeling great! I got in the shower and found myself humming a cool song I heard the day before. While I was combing my hair in the mirror, I noticed that not only was it a great hair day, but my skin seemed different too….alive and glowing, and no it wasn’t that new acne cream I’d been using…it was LIFE! So instead of dragging around, I threw on my clothes and headed out. When I got on the bus, the girls seemed to look at me differently. I thought maybe it was my confidence, or the hair, but then I thought who the heck cares, they were looking at me! So I looked back at them and they giggled. I was on top of the world! I went and got a seat in the back of the bus…then it came to me, I had a presentation due in first period… I wasn’t about to let that ruin my day. I knew the material and I was on a roll. A few moments later, walking down the hallway, it was like a movie, almost every group of girls turned to look at me, it started to become really spooky actually. My next thought was, with my luck, I should be playing lottery. I got to my first period class and sat down. It’s almost like I could feel Jamie, that hottie that sits behind me in class, staring at the back of my head…It felt great! And of course, I was called first to read my presentation to the class, so I strolled up to the front of the room with a gleaming smile…I actually winked at this girl who snickered at me in the front row…man was I getting bold! I couldn’t help myself though, this never happened to me before, it was like a dream, and right when I was getting ready to start my presentation, the teacher called me aside…I thought I’d gone too far with the winking, but decided not to lose my cool and casually stroll over to her to recieve my reprimand. Dude, when she started talking to me, my stomach dropped to my feet, like I was on a fast roller coaster ride, and I could feel my face turning as white as a ghost. It was like the whole day flashed before my eyes. Well I thanked the teacher anyway, turned away from the class, swallowed my pride and zipped-up my fly.
5 – Patrick’s Monologue | The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosk
Performed by Ezra Miller
Yeah, I’ve got one. Well, there was this one guy. Queer as a three-dollar bill. Guy’s father didn’t know about his son. So, he comes down into the basement one night when he’s supposed to be out of town. Catches his son with another boy. So, he starts beating him. But not like the slap kind. Like the real kind. And the boyfriend says, “Stop. You’re killing him.” And the son just yells “Get out.” And eventually the boyfriend just did. (Patrick stops. Gripped by sad. He can’t shake.) Forget it. I’m free now, right? I could meet the love of my life any second now. Things will be different now, and that’s good. I just need to meet a good guy.
6 – Growing Up is Hard to Do | Between Good & Evil by D. M. Larson
(Someone is under a bedroom sheet. He peeks out nervously. He is in pyjamas. The sillier the print on the sheet and pyjamas the better)
I feel so strange tonight, waking up in the full moon’s light. Something had changed. I am not the same. I’m getting really hairy. More hairy than I thought a man could be. This is rather scary and …and….my voice is changing toooooo.
(He howls and then slaps his hands over his mouth)
Was that a howl? And my hands… Look at my nails… did I forget to cut them or are they longer… And sharper than before?
(He struggles with the sheet…. He gets all wrapped up in a panic. He claws and rips at it)
Claws! Actual claws!
(He finally gets free of the sheet)
Mirror? Where’s a mirrorrrrrr!
Was that a growl? From my stomach? What’s there to eat? I could really use some meat.
(Holds his stomach)
Growing up is so hard to do…
(Reaches back And feels something bulging at his rear)
….especially when you’re growing a tail toooooooo!
(He howls and holds his bottom and carefully scoots off stage)
7 – Shaping Up
Context: Bill is sensitive, creative, imaginative, and is more into computers, than he is into physical fitness. In a world, consumed with staying in shape, Bill is like a fish out-of-water. He becomes rebellious, as he is faced with confronting his weakness.
Miss Meyers, can you just answer me just one question? Why is it that I have to take P.E. every stinking year, because really…I want to know. I mean every year, it’s exactly the same, I’m forced to humiliate myself in front of the rest of the class. It’s not so bad for the kids who are athletes, but for the rest of us, like me, it’s not so easy.(Beat) Yes, Miss Meyers…I know, I know…P.E. is just as important as algebra and biology, and yes I agree that you should get a grade based on yor abilities and skills. But everyone has to take the same class! They don’t have “Basic P.E.” like they have “General Science” or “Basic Math”…that would be a whole different subject completely! And why do we have to rotate activities all the time, why can’t we stick with one thing for awhile, that way I could redeem myself by getting better at something. Soccer and Basketball aren’t so bad, but this body shouldn’t be on a balance beam during gymnastics. I just become entertainment for the rest of the class. High school is humiliating enough without coming in five minutes after everyone else during the mile run…while they’re showered and going to lunch, I’m just crossing the finish line. I already know the theory around fitness…it-is-a-part-of-a-well-rounded-education. But the least they could do is level the playing field for everyone. I know there’s not much you can do for me, but thanks, for at least letting me get that off my chest…See you in the gym.
8 –Miguel’s Monologue | Freedom Writers, Screenplay by Richard LaGravenese
Performed by Antonio Garcia
Can I read something from my diary?
This summer was the worst summer in my short 14 years of life.
It all started with a phone call.
My mother was crying and begging, asking for more time as if she were gasping for her last breath of air.
She held me as tight as she could and cried. Her tears hit my shirt like bullets and told me we were being evicted. She kept apologizing to me.
I thought, ‘I have no home. ‘I should have asked for something less expensive at Christmas.’
On the morning of the eviction, a hard knock on the door woke me up. The sheriff was there to do his job.
I looked up at the sky, waiting for something to happen.
My mother has no family to lean on, no money coming in. Why bother coming to school or getting good grades if I’m homeless?
The bus stops in front of the school.
I feel like throwing up. I’m wearing clothes from last year, some old shoes and no new haircut. I kept thinking I’d get laughed at.
Instead, I’m greeted by a couple of friends who were in my English class last year. And it hits me, Mrs. Gruwell, my crazy English teacher from last year, is the only person that made me think of hope.
Talking with friends about last year’s English and our trips, I began to feel better.
I receive my schedule and the first teacher is Mrs. Gruwell in Room 203. I walk into the room and feel as though all the problems in life are not so important anymore.
I am home. ”
1 – I Hate Performing by Amber D.
(Pacing back and forth.) Oh, why did I even sign up for this class? I didn’t know we’d have to practice auditioning. It’s not fair. Everybody will be looking at me, judging me. If I do one thing wrong everybody is going to notice, and laugh at me, and I’m going to be so embarrassed. The lights will be beaming in my eyes and my hands will start shaking like crazy. My throat will get really dry and I’ll stutter like there’s no tomorrow. I’ll fidget and play with my hair. I’m so nervous, what if I suck? What if I’m horrible? What if people start throwing things; or worse, tell everybody about my performance, and how much I sucked. I’ll be embarrassed everywhere I go. I’ll have no escape. People are always going to remember me as the person who couldn’t perform, the person who can’t ever talk in front of a crowd. I don’t want to do this, I hate performing. If I was confident I could just stand on that stage and nail it, but I’m not. I’m terrified, in fact I’m petrified. I would use any excuse in the book to not have to perform. I know what you guys are all thinking, just pretend to be sick. Well, unfortunately I’ve tried that already and they didn’t buy it. Use a doctor note, well I tried that one too, and as it turns out I’m not very good at forging signatures. They didn’t even buy the dead pet excuse. You know what; actually maybe I can do this. I’ve practiced for hours. I know all my words. All I’ve got to do is go up there and perform it the way I know I can, the way I’ve rehearsed it dozens of times in the mirror, and if I do that I’ll be fine. In fact, I’d be better than fine, I’ll be amazing. I just have to stay calm and relaxed. And the point is just to have fun, right? I don’t have to be the best, I just need to do the best I can. Alright, I can do this. I’m ready. Hey, I’m… I… I… I can’t do this. (Walks off-stage.)
2 – Juliet’s Monologue | Romeo & Juliet by William Shakespeare
Act 3, Scene 2
Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,
When I, thy three hours’ wife, have mangled it?
But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
That villain cousin would have killed my husband.
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring.
Your tributary drops belong to woe,
Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.
My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain,
And Tybalt’s dead, that would have slain my husband.
All this is comfort. Wherefore weep I then?
Some word there was, worser than Tybalt’s death,
That murdered me. I would forget it fain,
But oh, it presses to my celebration,
Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners’ minds.
“Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banishèd.”
3 – There’s No Place Like Oz by Gabriel Davis
Oh Toto, what were we thinking coming back here to Kansas?
Sure, the first few days back were great. Auntie Em and Uncle Henry by my side, bringing me soup, all hugs and kisses and warmth. They were just so glad I was ok.
But now that I’m fine … everything’s gone back to the way it was. Auntie Em just acts like I’m in the way again. She’s busy making sure Uncle Henry tends to the farm properly, and his farm hands don’t sleep on the job. Plus she’s taking care of everything in the house and I’m … I’m just that annoying girl talking about scarecrows and tin men and Emerald cities.
Yesterday she told me to stop talking such nonsense or she’d call for the men in white coats. I’m sure she was just trying to scare me … right, Toto? She would never … why that’d be more wicked than the witch of the West, wouldn’t it?
No Auntie Em loves me, she would never do that. What was that noise? If she hears me talking to you … she’d say you’re just a dog and you don’t understand me … but you do understand me don’t you Toto?
It’s just you and I together in this world Toto and I know you feel like I do … you long for the Emerald City don’t you? You wonder how scarecrow is getting on with his diploma? Has he gone on to graduate studies? Or the Tin Man with his heart. Has he fallen in love? The Lion with his badge of courage. Has he fought any great battle?
If only we could write them? But we can’t, can we? No, the only way to see them again is to travel far off, over the rainbow, way up high once again. To the land that everyone says we dreamed of! But it was more than a dream, wasn’t it Toto? Bark twice for “Yes.”
Oh Toto! You do understand me! That’s why we have to get back to Oz. Where everything is in color and even the flying monkeys have a song in their hearts. I tried to click my heals together yesterday, but my slippers here are too drab … So … There’s a jewelry shop in town … and they have Rubies! So what we need to do is steal uncle Henry’s truck, he keeps a shotgun in the shed, we’ll need that too …
Oh it’s not a crime, Toto if no-one gets hurt. We need those rubies and I’ve got glue to attach them to my slippers. Before the police come, we’ll have glued them all onto my slippers and clicked our heels together and we’ll be well on our way back to Oz.
It’s the perfect plan, right? Bark twice for “Yes.”
4 – Hazel’s Monologue | The Fault in our Stars by Scott Neustadter & Michael H. Weber
HAZEL: “Augustus Waters was the great starcrossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won’t be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. (beat) Like all real love stories – ours will die with us, as it should. I’d hoped that he’d be eulogizing me, because there’s no one I’d rather have…” (beat, composing herself) “I can’t talk about our love story so instead I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: there are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 And .12 And .112 And an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and for that I am eternally grateful. I love you.”
5 – What Theo Did by Debra Neff
Published in Sometimes I Wake Up In The Middle of the Night by The Students of the Walden Theatre Conservatory
Well, ya know, me and all my friends were just kinda hangin’ out, ya know. A Friday night in May when it’s warm out and all. So I look across the street and I see my friend Theo. And my friend Melody and me both go at the same time, “Yo, Theo!” And then we started laughin’ ’cause it was like funny, ya know.
So Theo comes over and he’s all like “Hey, Nickey, hey, Mel, what’s up?” And I mean that was pretty nasty of him ’cause his girlfriend was like there, too, and he just kind of, you know, ignored her, ya know. So that was pretty nasty of him. But Jenny said she didn’t care.
Anyway, we go, “Not much, we’re just kinda hangin’ out, ya know.” So Theo goes, “Well, I heard of a pretty good party across town. “You wanna like crash?” And we thought that sounded pretty, ya know, killer. So there we were hangin’ out at this party when we see this guy and Jenny goes, “Yo, that’s Steven. I slept with him once.” Well, I don’t know if she did or not. I think she just wanted to get Theo mad ’cause he was like ignoring her, ya know. So she goes, “Yo, Steven.” And Steven comes over and he’s all, “Yo, Jen, what’s up?” And that just about killed Theo ’cause he told us about this party and there’s his girl talkin’ to another guy. So Theo goes to me, “Yo, this is like pissing me off.” And I go, “Yo, well, Theo, you’re ignoring her and it’s nasty.” So he goes, “Yo, you’re right.” And he goes over and starts talkin’ to Jen. So they’re like talkin’, right? And then they start to like argue, and the argument got louder and louder. But I wasn’t listening or anything.
Then all of a sudden Steve goes, “Gaugh!“, ya know, and his eyes like bug out, and his face turns all purple, and then he like falls to the floor with somebody’s knife in his back. It was horrible! And I was all like screaming, ya know, so they like dragged me away and sat me down. And all these cops came over and they were like, “Yo, you gotta testify.” So you got me here in your dumb courtroom and I told you the story as well as I could, but I just don’t know what happened so stop harshing on me! I don’t know what Theo did.
6 –The Subway by John Augustine
Published in Actor’s Choice: Monologues for Teens edited by Erin Detrick
CLOWN: Ladies and germs. I am a clown. Bet you could not guess. I am not collecting for the homeless, I am just a clown. I have always been a clown. I started out in high school as the class clown… and just went on from there. I briefly attended clown college in Florida. But they only teach you how to be a clown in the circus. I have what you might call a really good sense of humour. I don’t know where it comes from. But like sometimes, I’ll just be standing somewhere and somebody will say something, and then I’ll say something, and it will be very funny. Usually people will laugh and wonder where I get my sense of humor. Not from Clown College I can tell you that right now. Humor is a God-given talent they used to say to me…
Or sometimes I’m on the subway, and I’ll start to laugh and people will look at me like I’m crazy and I’ll say: Hey! I’m not crazy! I was just thinking something really funny. You see? I can crack myself up. Or sometimes people say to me: Hey! Don’t you have any normal clothes? And I say, Hey! What’s “normal” anyway? I have a “Sister” who’s a “Lesbian”. Besides, these are the only clothes I have…well, not just this outfit, but I mean that I only have clown-esque clothing. Or clothing in the clown genre.
Say, for instance, I want to buy a pair of suspenders. I don’t buy a solid colour. I go for a rainbow design or some design having to do with clowns. I also like for formal dressing, those black stretch pants with stirrups for your feet.
I enjoy performing mime! You may wish I would perform mime now. Or at least be quiet. (Louder.) But I think too many clowns are quiet these days. And besides, I am not prepared to do mime today. Well, ok. But just this one thing. It’s called, “The Box.” You pretend you are in a box and find all the invisible walls around you. That’s fun. I’ll do it now. (… … …)
Thank you. Oh! And I’m homeless. I’m a Vietnam vet. I’m a real estate broker, and this is my imitation of a smoke alarm. EEEEEEE. EEEEEEE. This is not mime. EEEEE. Money does make me stop. EEEEEE. Though I am not asking for money. EEEE EEEEEE. Money makes me stop. Money makes me stop. EEEE. Thank you. Thank you.
7 –Homeless Goldilocks by Anastasia G.
Yeah, I know. I know. You recognize me. “Aren’t you that blonde girl who trashed the Bear’s house?” Listen, I hear it all the time. That was a pretty low point for me, I gotta admit. But look, you really shouldn’t make fun of the homeless. And technically, I’m not homeless. Never have been. I think of myself as more of an adventurer. Sure, I could get a job and rent a dumpy little apartment, but what would be the fun in that? Since the bear’s house, I’ve stayed in some of the finest places in the world! One time, I went on a tour of the White House, and hid behind the curtains in the Oval office. I stayed up all night reading classified documents. They’re a lot more boring than they sound. Another time, I crashed at Buckingham palace while the Queen was out doing some Queenly stuff. I tried on all her crowns. She may or may not be missing one. My favorite place was Santa’s workshop. Yeah, I know. Everyone thinks that those elves never take a vacation. But a snowman told me that’s not true. I got him to tell me the dates…cost me a carrot and I headed on up there. Seven days of playing with whatever I wanted and eating cookies and milk for every meal…now that’s a vacation! So, don’t be hating on homeless Goldilocks. I’m livin’ the good life. And remember, if you have something cool inside your house, remember to lock up when you leave!
8 – Acting Class by M. Ramirez
Angelique: I took an acting class and the teacher was this weird creepy guy who was going bald and who wore tight pants and didn’t pronounce my name right ONCE. ANGELIQUE. My name is ANGEL-EEK. Not “Angelica,” not “Angie”… Angelique. It’s French for “Like an Angel” or “Born from Angels” or “Touched by an Angel”… something. I dunno. It doesn’t matter. He didn’t get it right once. He made us do all these weird creepy breathing exercises and all I could think of the whole time is MY MOTHER IS NOT PAYING FOR YOU TO TEACH ME HOW TO BREATHE, WEIRD CREEPY BALD GUY WITH TIGHT PANTS… MY MOTHER IS PAYING YOU TO TEACH ME TO ACT. ’Cause that’s what I’m good at. Acting. Like I’m really good at swimming and I paint too and my sister and I made State Jazz Ensemble but what I’m REALLY good at? Is acting. “Breathe in”… “Hold”… “Breathe out”… “Feel your inner animal reaching through”… Inner animal? Are you kidding? I Google-d the guy when I got home, whatever, I know it’s weird, but I had to. I HAD to know what this guy’s done that makes him so special. Know what this guy’s done, this guy who’s supposedly gonna teach me how to act? Three episodes of Ghost Hunter Deluxe and a deodorant commercial. DEODORANT? Is this a joke? What’s this guy gonna teach me to do? NOT SWEAT?!
9 –Mia’s Monologue | The Princess Diaries, Screenplay by Gina Wendkos
Performed by Ann Hathaway
MIA: “Hi, um… hello. I’m Mia.
Um, it’s stopped raining!
I’m really no good at speech-making. Normally I get so nervous that I faint or run away, or sometimes I even get sick. But you really didn’t need to know that…
But I’m not so afraid anymore.
See, my father helped me.
Earlier this evening had every intention of giving up my claim to the throne. And my mother helped me, by telling me it was ok, and by supporting me like she has for my entire life.
But then I wondered how I’d feel after abdicating my role as Princess of Genovia. Would I feel relieved, or would I feel sad?
And then I realized how many stupid times a day I use the word ‘I.’
And probably all I ever do is think about myself.
And how lame is that when there’s like seven billion other people out there on the planet, and… sorry, I’m going too fast.
But then I thought, if I cared about the other seven billion out there, instead of just me, that’s probably a much better use of my time.
See, if i were Princess of Genovia, then my thoughts and the thoughts of people smarter than me would be much better heard, and just maybe those thoughts could be turned into actions.
So this morning when I woke up, I was Mia Thermopolis.
But now I choose to be forevermore, Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi, Princess of Genovia.”
Did you find something in this list that resonates or excites you to perform? Let us know in the comments. Or if you’re a parent helping your teenager choose a monologue, try narrowing it down to two or three options that suit their personality and let them make the final decision.