This is a monologue I wrote recently. It’s from one of my own favourite characters. It couldn’t be a story like it was original planned to be but I hope you like it and her. She is like one of my best friends as far as characters go. We were kinda talking, like you and your characters do, if you’re that type of writer, when this came into existence and we both wanted to write it. I am that kind of writer who lets the character speak and tell the story and the writes it down for other to hear. I hope you like it. We do! And, yes, she shares the name with this blog. It’s not a coincidence, it’s just hard to explain. Xx
(The lights come up, basic wash of thoughtful and reflective gentle colour, on Samm. She is older teenage and has wavy, blonde hair. She is sat cuddled up knees to chest on the DSR. She stands before she starts to speak.)
Samm: [Almost as if its to herself] Some days I just sit so I can try to imagine what it would be like to fly. Would it be as free and calming as I imagine or would it freak me out so much I panicked. If I cried out, in my angst, would I crash into things or would I just drop like a stone to the ground, like in Peter Pan where you need to think happy thoughts. Other days I wonder what it would be like to be able to run as fast a cheetah; to swim for as long or as deep as a whale; to be as light as air; to be as constant as light from the sun. However by far my most desperate wish is to be able to leave this place. [realising how that sounds] No. No not like I want to die. I don’t mean that just not to live on this planet. That makes me sound weird too I know [giggling] like I want to be a Martian. I don’t mean it like THAT either. I want to see a whole new place [almost bursting into song before changing the last word] a whole new life. You know the sorts. You read about them in books: adventures, fairies, dragons, boy wizards, fights to the death, teenagers like me fighting in wars for what is right. I’ve always believed in the statement ‘ If you wish for long enough and hard enough you can succeed.’ but the problem with that is, it makes it seem like all need is a wish and a prayer. It is like that, it requires work to change your story. Adults always say ‘have realistic dreams’. That’s just a bit stupid too. When you first start out all dreams are unrealistic that’s why they call them dreams not plans. [sigh] What I think my ordinary life misses [pauses and is unsure as she finishes] is an adventure. [in a rush the next word fall out before she can stop them her actions are erratic and stressed] Maybe I was born to live this life because it’s what I can cope with. But what can I cope with? I can’t know that. I’m too young and my adventure hasn’t begun and everything is so big and so scary. How could I know things [breaking down] like….that? [sighs, a sob, then after a breath] Am I just dreaming too big and too soon?