Backstage Abigail is warming up. She quietly breathes in and out with her eyes closed while, in her head, she runs through her lines once again. This is one of the monologues she knows by heart. It's always good to have at least two always memorized. Just in case.
When her turn comes to go she silently walks on stage. Shes careful not to look up from the ground until shes at centre stage. Once there she takes a moment to slowly inhale.
I always wanted to be in the movies. Her eyes move up to meet those in front of her. The fairest sounds humble and most strikingly quite naive. When I was little, I thought for sure that one day, I could be a big big star. Or maybe just beautiful. She shyly smiles as she pauses for a second. Beautiful and rich. Like the women on TV. Yeah, I had a lot of dreams. And I guess you could call me a real romantic 'cause I truly believed that one day, they'd come true. So I dreamed about it for hours.
Her eyes now are focused on somewhere above those watching. As if, in that moment, she is lost in one of those fantasies. However the jolliness doesnt last. Disappointment follows. As the years went by, I learned to stop sharing this with people. They said I was dreaming, but back then, I believed it wholeheartedly. So whenever I was down, I would just escape into my mind, to my other life, where I was someone else.
Her lips slightly tremble as she soundlessly breathes in. It made me happy to think that all these people just didn't know yet who I was going to be. But one day, they'd all see. I heard that Marilyn Monroe was discovered in a soda shop and I thought for sure it could be like that. So I started going out real young and I was always secretly looking for who was going to discover me.
At that moment she turns her eyes to her right as if someone was standing there. Was it this guy? Or maybe this one. I never knew. But even if they couldn't take me all the way, like Marilyn, they would somehow believe in me just enough. Her fists clench as her voice starts to trembles as she runs out of air at the end of the sentence.
They would take me away to my new life ... and my new world ... where everything would be different. Yeah. I lived that way for a long long time. In my head, dreaming like that. It was nice. And one day, it just stopped.
After few seconds she gracefully bows and exits the stage.
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