Teen monologues?

Question:Does anyone know any good monologues for a female teenager? I'm auditioning for a summer arts program and the requirement is 1 comedic monologue and one dramatic or emotional monologue. Can anyone help me?

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Does anyone know any good monologues for a female teenager? I'm auditioning for a summer arts program and the requirement is 1 comedic monologue and one dramatic or emotional monologue. Can anyone help me?

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Tony

for your dramatic emotional one try something from "and they danced real slow in jackson" really powerful play so its sure to make an impression.

I can offer you a dramatic/emotional monologue I wrote called "The Room."

"The Room" has no set interpretation, and has been used for auditions by men and women in their teens through their eighties. It's also been used to win at least one forensics competition.

The Room, by D.J. Lachance

?They woke up in the room. Two people, a man and a woman, old school friends who had been together many times over the years. There was no particular reason for
them to be there.

How long they had been there was unknown. Their only external sense of time was a small wallclock with its hands permanently fixed at 12:13.

There were no windows, but as if in consolation, the room's walls were a drab, nondescript color, similar to a dull life. Things usually appeared and remained only as long as they were needed, as if afraid of wearing out their welcome. The only sounds they heard were sounds that they had made. The only light was from a ceiling fixture with a single bulb that never burnt out. They didn't dare break the bulb, lest it not
be replaced.

There was a door, but they hadn't opened it for a very long time. Opening the door revealed only a nothingness which they used to play with by tossing objects into it, and watch them soundlessly disappear the moment they left the room. Nothing bounced back. Dinner dishes were easy to dispose of, no fuss, no muss, just throw them out the door. It wasn't like a door in many other ways as well. No bills came, nor any salesmen or sunshine, but they could always open or close it.

They had tried to explore beyond the room by putting out a toe, then a finger, a hand, and finally an arm, but stopped short of using their heads. Each time the result was always the same, be it a toe, or a couch, anything passing beyond the door's threshold steadily disappeared, only to reappear as it was pulled back in; as long as someone remained attached to it. Worse, they felt nothing beyond the room, not even their own fingers, or even a feeling that their fingers were still there.

They waited for other people or animals to appear, hoping in some way to end their lonely stay. Prayer, begging, abstinence, nothing brought them. Finally they simply left the door shut. Neither discussed it until they were awakened by a little dog inside the room, who was barking and scratching at the closed door. The dog clearly wanted out and seemed to know what was outside. They were both scared, but after much arguing they flung the door open.

The dog ran out, and disappeared.

The two of them waited for what must have been months, one keeping vigil while the other slept, with the door always wide open. The dog never came back. Finally, they closed the door and went to bed, never hoping to open it again, only to be awakened by a knocking at the door.

They jumped out of bed, mindless, falling over each other trying to get to the doorknob, but neither could budge it for fear of what lay beyond. They sweated, cursed, encouraged and praised, while the knocking continued, and finally with a deep breath followed by a scream they began to open the door again.

The knocker looked inside, and clearly saw that nobody was there.

The End