Monologues

THE LAST STRAW

$0.99

FEMALE
DRAMATIC

21-45
YEARS OLD

Are we done, Joe? Cuz it feels like we’re done. I’m in your bed and I’m pretty sure I’m in your heart, but I’m definitely NOT in your life. You said Monday. Remember? That was after you said Friday. And you were good enough to actually call Friday and tell me it wasn’t going to work and I was fine with that. Really. Because I had Monday to look forward to. I was even lobbying for Sunday and you said maybe, which was hopeful, but then I get a text that Sunday was definitely no good and I don’t even hear from you on Monday. You don’t answer your text or your phone. You just ignore the date and the fact that I exist at all. Somehow you can sext me ad infinitum when there’s no danger of actually seeing me, but it comes to honest to God face to face contact and I get dead silence when all I’m asking for is a booty call. God forbid I should suggest a real date with dinner and conversation!

I get that you have to work. I really do. I even get that you do 16 hours a day. Honest. I’ve been in this business a long time. I know how the theatre works. The thing is, there’s always a show, there’s always rehearsal, there’s always an excuse. Sorry, I take that back. Because you don’t make excuses. You just pretend it isn’t there, the big pink elephant in the room…..

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

  • Written by: Joyce Storey

Description

Are we done, Joe? Cuz it feels like we’re done. I’m in your bed and I’m pretty sure I’m in your heart, but I’m definitely NOT in your life. You said Monday. Remember? That was after you said Friday. And you were good enough to actually call Friday and tell me it wasn’t going to work and I was fine with that. Really. Because I had Monday to look forward to. I was even lobbying for Sunday and you said maybe, which was hopeful, but then I get a text that Sunday was definitely no good and I don’t even hear from you on Monday. You don’t answer your text or your phone. You just ignore the date and the fact that I exist at all. Somehow you can sext me ad infinitum when there’s no danger of actually seeing me, but it comes to honest to God face to face contact and I get dead silence when all I’m asking for is a booty call. God forbid I should suggest a real date with dinner and conversation!

I get that you have to work. I really do. I even get that you do 16 hours a day. Honest. I’ve been in this business a long time. I know how the theatre works. The thing is, there’s always a show, there’s always rehearsal, there’s always an excuse. Sorry, I take that back. Because you don’t make excuses. You just pretend it isn’t there, the big pink elephant in the room…..

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

  • Written by: Joyce Storey