Could I get some light please? (A light comes on center stage. Gear walks over...View Full Monologue Text
Could I get some light please?
(A light comes on center stage. Gear walks over to the pool of light resignedly.)
Thank you. I think I know why you're all here. You're here to judge me, aren't you, ma'am? Sir? And you're not allowed to talk. You have to sit there and watch me like a TV program. Well, if that's the way it is, then fine. But I tell you, I should get a chance to defend myself, and if you don't mind, that's just what I'm going to do.
I'm not supposed to be the hero, okay? It's not in my guanine or whatever. I like to fit in, and if that's my destiny then who are you to look at me so disapprovingly? You see, I'm just not comfortable unless I'm safely within the parameters. "The odd nail gets hammered down," that's what my father would say and he was much better off than I am. How is it my fault, sir, that my DNA forces me to look down instead of up. Why should I stand up for something, when it's so nice here on the ground? Wait. I haven't finished yet, all right? Everybody be quiet, all right? I don't want this anymore, these pictures in my head they make me so afraid. So afraid. I see what might have been instead of what is, and who needs that? Huh? Ma'am, what good is it to see things that just can't be for people like us? It's torture that's what it is! It's torture, and you people find it amusing. My brain has bloomed into something awful and you sit and do nothing! Say nothing! You should be ashamed of yourselves!
(The employees behind him start their stretching. They hold the final pose, with all of them looking up. Miz enters and stands behind Gear's empty chair.)
I know you! I know all of you, and frankly I don't see what qualifies you to judge me! I've entered all of your names- Mike and Mary and John and Jose and Peter and Louisa and there's nothing unique about any of you! You're 100010001 and you're 010010101 and you're GNTP and you're a figment of my imagination and want you to go away! please. Go away, so everything can just go back to normal, okay? Please?
Bolton pleads with the audience directly to stop watching him so his life can go back to normal.
Oh, all right. I met someone today. A woman. And I have...View Full Monologue Text
Oh, all right. I met someone today. A woman. And I have to tell you, she gave just a little more back than you do sometimes. She talked about breathing and lungs and pony-back riding, and I have to tell you... I think I liked it. Wow. I feel better. I don't want you to worry though. I feel so much safer with you. I mean when we're together, I don't really feel any pressure to be a certain way. And you never say that I'm dull. I think I saw a TV program once where a woman said that she hated her husband, and that everything that came from him was foul. I don't want you to think I'm foul. You don't, do you? Good. You want to know what I want? You know what I see when I close my eyes? I see you and me and we're both dying together. We're both just stumps and we're providing shade. Together. And then we decompose. And we feed new flowers who'll grow up to be just like you and bloom. Way out here in the desert when no one's expecting it. Do you think you'd like that?
Bolton Gear tells a Joshua tree that he's met someone else.
AuthorName: Rick Robinson
This is crazy, but... I had this... thing happen to my brain a week ago...View Full Monologue Text
This is crazy, but... I had this... thing happen to my brain a week ago. And ever since, I get these pictures in my head. Like things that have never happened and suddenly they're happening like right inside my mind. Do you think I'm broken? I don't know. Yesterday I saw my boss in my brain and he was dead, and I saw my work and it was gone. There was just a big space right where I was supposed to go to work. But I know my work is still there. I think that there are people watching us. Right now. I don't know who they are but...
(Looks at the audience, generally.)
I'm pretty sure they don't like me. And they don't approve of us. Well, I know there is no us yet, but, uhhh... Yeah. They wouldn't approve. Anyway, that's not what I came here to tell you. I came here to tell you, well... I saw one time on TV- and this guy was telling his son, that when he met the right person that he would just know, and like he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about her, or wanting to be with or, or he would just dream of touching her, and that's how I would know that I was in love. And I'm pretty sure that the same thing applies to trees, or I'm sorry, flowers, so here goes... I love you. I don't even know your name but I love you. I wish you could talk so you could tell me you love me too or something.
Bolton Gear finds himself inexplicably drawn to a Joshua Tree.
CharacterName: Bolton Gear
Age Range: 20s - Early, 20s - Late, 30s - Early, 30s - Late, 40s - Early
Dialects: Standard American
Rating: Suitable for all ages
Copyright Status: Copyrighted