Bolton pleads with the audience directly to stop watching him so his life can go back to normal.
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
AuthorName: Rick Robinson
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?