Prelude Monologue

Pause for a minute.

Look at this...nice huh?

We're all seated and comfortable to enjoy a show.

But I say this

What you see on a stage is a mirror of the theatre of your lives!

True, we don't know you,

But why is it you relate?

We ask you to watch life,

Making you the conscience of the character acting on stage.

So you laugh, you cry...

So who do you think, is watching us?

Seated at a theatre to enjoy the evening?

Who?

Your parents?

They made you, so they could be a good guess. 

But no, it's not.

Our own conscience becomes a director.

To present us as human as possible in the scene we entered.

But to who?

And even before that, how was our character given?

or are we improvising on a lost script.

Seems that way sometimes, doesn't it?

I know.

That's why it is so hard to write a character.

Unless we give birth to them.

And raise them ourselves in an environment almost unintended

And the actor has to be there every step of the way,

Because he, is not him.

And that is what we're doing,

Playing roles,

Perfected from birth in a marvelous exposition.

So...who are you?

11-25-1999