director assignment

SCENE 1

CHARACTER A: ​(Sits down) ​It sucks. I feel like I’m everything to everyone. CHARACTER B:​ What do you mean by that? CHARACTER A:​ It’s hard to explain. CHARACTER B:​ Oh. CHARACTER A:​ I just want to find something else, I want to get out of this town. CHARACTER B: ​Really? CHARACTER A:​ You don’t? CHARACTER B:​ I don't know. I haven’t thought about it much. CHARACTER A:​ It’s all I can think about! CHARACTER B: ​I see. CHARACTER A: ​That’s only part of the problem. CHARACTER B:​ Don’t worry about it too much! Think about something else. CHARACTER A: ​Are you even listening to me? CHARACTER B: ​Of course I am. Come on, let’s go do something. CHARACTER A:​ ​(Angrily)​ I’m not in the mood. CHARACTER B:​ I’m sorry, I’ll leave you alone. ​(Starts to leave) CHARACTER A:​ Wait… CHARACTER B:​ Yeah? CHARACTER A:​ There’s something I need you to hear…

MONOLOGUE 1 CHARACTER C:

Everyone keeps telling me that if I want to get over this break up, I have to get back out there. They tell me to just let go of the past, to forget everything that happened. It's so much more difficult than that. After everything that has happened. Everyone knows about it, what went on between us. Everyone knows what I did, how I reacted, it was all over Facebook. Now, I can’t even go to the grocery store or the gym without getting a sympathetic look from someone, or seeing them shake their head and whisper to themselves, “poor thing…”. It’s so embarrassing. I wish I could tell everyone my side of the story. Maybe if they heard my side of the story, they wouldn’t feel so bad. They would see me for who I really am. They wouldn’t parade me around like some sort of symbol of innocence. They wouldn’t try to pretend like they “care” about me. Any other person in the world would appreciate the sympathy. Maybe if I was younger, I would. Now, I don’t want it. I don’t want the attention, good or bad. I just want to be alone. But you can’t bury the past so easily. You can’t forget everything so quickly. It takes time, pain, suffering, and energy. The past is a part of you, whether you like it or not. It’s like a shadow that you can’t escape, even in the dark.