One of my audition monologues. Please note, it might not be entirely dramaturgically correct, but that's not the point of an audition monologue :)
What are you doing in my hallucination? You're wearing make-up. But you're a man!
There must be some mistake here. I don't recognize you. Are you my...some sort of imaginary friend?
I have emotional problems. i took too many pills. Why are you wearing make-up?
Joe will be so angry. I promised him. No more pills... Valium. I take valium, lots of valium.
I'm not addicted. I dont believe in addiction, and I never-- well, I never drink and I never take drugs. Except valium... It's terrible, Mormons are not supposed to be addicted to anything.
I don't understand this. If I didn't ever see you before and... I don't think I did, then I don't think you should be here in this hallucination. Imagination can't create anything new, can it? It only recycles bits and pieces from the world and reassembles them into visions. Am I making sense right now? So when we think we've escaped the unbearable ordinariness and, well, untruthfullness of our lives, it's really only the same old ordinariness and falseness rearranged into the appearance of novelty and truth. Nothing unknown is knowable. Don't you think it's depressing? The world. Finite. Terribly... terribly... Well. This is the most depressing hallucination I've ever had.
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