Monologues

HAVE I TRIED?

$0.99

MALE
DRAMATIC

30-45
YEARS OLD

Have I tried? Have I tried? I’m on an express train to nowhere and I’ve missed my connection. I’m not sure how it even happened. Twenty years ago I was the up-and -coming star. Youngest bank manager in the country. Wow! Was I hot stuff! Invincible. I was on the fast track, with nowhere to go but up…or maybe just nowhere to go. Hitting the glass ceiling before you’re thirty gives you a headache like you can’t believe. So I said screw it. Who needs security? There’s a raging artist inside me just waiting to come out… Yeah, right. Twenty years later, all that’s left is the rage. I was cocky. I’d made it in the business world in less than a decade. How hard could it be as a musician? Hard! The Big Eighties were nearing an end and the bottom was falling out of everything, but what did I care? I was a Bohemian, right? Wrong! Maybe in fashion choice. I liked sandals and faded jeans, but when it came to living the dream, forget it! Give me The Four Seasons over the YMCA any day. I’ve waited tables, tended bar, washed dishes, cleaned offices, shone shoes, walked dogs, scrubbed bathrooms, sold hotdogs, driven cabs and assisted mechanics. All in the name of paying the rent…..

This is an excerpt/preview. You will be able to download the entire monologue once purchased.

  • Written by: Joyce Storey

Description

Have I tried? Have I tried? I’m on an express train to nowhere and I’ve missed my connection. I’m not sure how it even happened. Twenty years ago I was the up-and -coming star. Youngest bank manager in the country. Wow! Was I hot stuff! Invincible. I was on the fast track, with nowhere to go but up…or maybe just nowhere to go. Hitting the glass ceiling before you’re thirty gives you a headache like you can’t believe. So I said screw it. Who needs security? There’s a raging artist inside me just waiting to come out… Yeah, right. Twenty years later, all that’s left is the rage. I was cocky. I’d made it in the business world in less than a decade. How hard could it be as a musician? Hard! The Big Eighties were nearing an end and the bottom was falling out of everything, but what did I care? I was a Bohemian, right? Wrong! Maybe in fashion choice. I liked sandals and faded jeans, but when it came to living the dream, forget it! Give me The Four Seasons over the YMCA any day. I’ve waited tables, tended bar, washed dishes, cleaned offices, shone shoes, walked dogs, scrubbed bathrooms, sold hotdogs, driven cabs and assisted mechanics. All in the name of paying the rent…..

This is an excerpt/preview. You will be able to download the entire monologue once purchased.

  • Written by: Joyce Storey