Divonne is writing her final paper for college before she graduates.
Cliff, I’m on page 3 of my masterpiece, you are a genius.
(She notices the green room is empty.)
Maybe they went out for some snacks...Well, since it’s quiet in here let me try my auditions monologue.
She puts her laptop down on a table. Divonne removes a script from her book bag and gives it one final glance.
I hope I can do this final monologue from memory.
(She does an elaborate routine to get into character: clearing throat, fixing her body posture, she stands center stage as if at a formal audition.)
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Good morning, my name is Divonne Bruder and I’m doing a monologue from “New Year’s Eve”.
I don't wear my wedding ring all the time. I mean -- not if I'm gardening, or doing dishes, or going to a party where there are a bunch of cute guys. I don't see any problem with that. You can't get hung up on these things. I don't sleep around. I just like to be the starring role in a lot of fantasies. The other day my best friend called me a flirt. And this was just because I made the boy at the valet parking lot reach in my pocket for his tip. Give her a break. She's catholic.
So, a week later,
(She stumbles on the line.)
So, a week later...then...then...
(She throws her hands up in the air, breaking character and grabs the script.)
God damn it! This monologue sucks! My final week in college, and here I’m still trying to prove to everyone I’m good enough. I came here to study acting, and I haven’t got a lead in a single play! It’s just unfair.
Oh, well, maybe I didn’t get the leads – but I got the important parts.
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