PlayName: Leda's Swan
Rating: Contains adult content
Copyright Status: Copyrighted
Age Range: 20s - Late, 30s - Early, 30s - Late
Dialects: American Southern, Midwestern American
You sound like my father. He thought things through, wasn't afraid of commitment...View Full Monologue Text
You sound like my father. He thought things through, wasn't afraid of commitment. He used to always dream about saving somebody's life. And I'm curious. Have you ever dreamed of doing that? He'd dream about being in a life and death emergency, how he'd be calm and heroic, and sacrifice himself for another. Run into a burning fire, dive in front of a bus. He got certified too in CPR, emergency response, all that. But nothing ever happened. He's still waiting for an emergency! Can't for the life of him find anything worth dying for. Poor man wants to die for something so bad. He's been planning his death for years. The truth is that he's just too cowardly to kill himself. He's afraid everyone will think he's selfish if he does the suicide. But if he jumps in front of a bus for an old lady? Win win. Poor Dad just hates life is what. And Mom, it nearly drove Mom crazy. She was always trying to be that something worth living for, always trying to make her life worth saving but it just wasn't. She started being careless around him with matches, around high voltage wires, walking into traffic, that sort of thing. One time she decided to do it and she flat out walked in front of a bus. The bus closed in on her and she turned and screamed, "Help Henry!" but Dad just stood there with his briefcase and said, "Carol. What are you doing?" And the look in Mom's eyes when she realized that Dad wasn't going to save her... She just stood there and let the bus hit her. Like a sacrifice to lost love. It didn't hit her, though. It swerved and smashed into another car. Paralyzed the driver. Mom stopped being careless after that. She took care of herself better, but there was no more magic in the world, no more love in her. Just self-reliance. She cooked for herself and ate by herself. She felt bad about the paralyzed guy so she volunteered at the hospital for a month but that didn't get rid of her guilt so she stopped volunteering. Even harboring guilt seemed to assume that magic and love existed so she told me never to feel guilty. I secretly cursed my mother in my room and imagined myself trapped in a tower by a witch. I'd write pleas for rescue on tissues and let them float out my window. I'd catch birds and tie notes to their legs. My mother would find these notes and come up and scold me for being silly and stupid, so I started trying to save myself. I'd lean out my window and try to fly but I was too scared to jump. And one of those times Res saw me. He was in the woods and he saw me trying to fly out my window. So that's how I met Res. And, Brent, I swear you're just like Dad, standing on the side of the road asking, "what are you doing?" And I can see that you're not going to save me, either. (Pause) You know, freedom isn't everything, sometimes. Having choices doesn't mean that any of them are any good at all.
Sylvia explains to her husband that he is just like her father.
Don't touch me. I don't expect you to understand, Brent. How could you?...View Full Monologue Text
Don't touch me. I don't expect you to understand, Brent. How could you? You're like starch. You're like starch but Res is... Res is adrenaline. So don?t talk to me about old people. I already know the jokes. I've seen the sit-coms. Res is like a Greek legend compared to you. He makes those crazy stories seem possible. The Trojan War, Hades, the Titans... I could picture Res there, in the middle of it, swinging his sword. But you... you I picture in subway advertising, removing bunions. You fit right in, the kind of domesticated man Earth wants these days. Always struggling with an umbrella or car keys. I don't know, Brent. I just need bigger battles than those with our objects of convenience. I don't want to fight the toaster anymore. I can't believe I ever found it a worthy opponent. I think I've been duped. My life isn't supposed to be this small.
Sylvia explains to her husband, Brent, that he is boring compared to her ex-lover, Res.
AuthorName: Leegrid Stevens