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Amy is a teenage girl, between the ages of 13-16, who had recently quit a show that her friend was directing. She had been trying to deal with it since December of the previous year. She was becoming tired of the whole idea of trying to do a show. After cooling off, Amy returns to find that Brad, the teen director of the show, was dead. It is proved to her that he is dead because the chair where Brad would sit is cold and empty.
Brad? Brad? That's peculiar. He wouldn't have just walked out on the show, not now. The chair . . . so cold, and empty. No! My God! Say it ain't so, say it ain't! But it is, he's dead. The joyous song within him is now a sorrowful dirge. Why did I have to quit? The simple dream of a teen, destroyed by quitters, like me. Amy, it's all your fault! You foolish child! Why did you leave? The chair, where he sat, planning, thinking . . . his throne. Dearest, Brad, if only you could be here again to guide us once more. Come back to your chair; bring home that glorious song of life! If I could hear your voice but once more . . .
Mother had said not to give up on him. Why didn't I listen? He was so wise, so wonderful! I'd follow him anywhere if he came back. Oh, darling! Why did you die? The show had a chance If I could turn back time, I would. I'd never of quit! Please, hear me and live again! Brad, a sweet name, fitting a young man who wanted nothing more than a good show for the world. To bring joy to the patrons of Earth was all he wanted. Just one more song, a song of glory. Make it come from your heart, my wonderful Brad. A song from teh sould of a young man. My love, live again! Please destroy this dirge that slows my broken heart. All I ask of you is to return to us. Live, oh simply live!
ATTENTION: Anyone who would like to use this monologue in a show or for an audition, please E-mail me first, and if you want to change something in it for the use, please let me know... I did indeed write this with my own flesh and blood.. well, really just my pencil and notebook... and I would rather it not just be used/displayed without my knowledge. Thank you!