Standards -- $3.00
by Terry Vik
by Terry Vik
SAMPLE -- Standards
This is a monologue. It isn’t a story in the usual sense, but it follows the thoughts of someone who is upset by the perceived rules and regulations of the Church.
Pace back and forth
"Standards, standards, standards! That’s all I hear! ‘When the enemy comes in like a flood, the spirit of the Lord will raise up a standard against him."
For each complaint given below take an illusionary standard from up stage and place it in the ground down stage, starting from stage left and working your way stage right. Place them close enough together to give the illusion of prison bars.
"Don’t cut your hair, girl! You’d better cut your hair, boy! Don’t you be listening to that music! Don’t you be drinking that! Don’t you be going there!"
Grab two of the bars and shake them.
"I just want to be able to enjoy the sins of this world for a season!"
See someone on the other side of the bars off and to the right. Talk through them, sometimes reaching through them.
"Hello? Who’s there? What are you doing out there? What’s it like out there? What’s your name? What? Beelza ... Beelsa ... Be el sa bub? Hey Bub! Bub! Come here! What’s that in your hand? Those are keys! Where did you get them!? Hey, can I borrow them? Please? Come on,. Bub, I gotta get out of here."
Reaches out through the bars and gets them.
"Thanks, Bub! What are these keys anyway? The keys to death and to ... hey! You made copies! Cool!"
Move stage left and slip your arm between two bars. Turn your arm back and insert one of the keys into the lock. Turn it, it opens.
"Wow!"
Take out the key, slip it in your pocket. Open the door and cautiously step out. Slip to one side and close the door. Creep to the center, but in front of the bars. Hold them for support.
"Wow! It’s beautiful out here! Look! There goes the Marlboro man! There’s the Black Velvet lady!"
Start to step forward, but you are at the very edge of the platform (even if you are not on a platform, pretend to be). There is a large chasm below. You almost fall into it, but you reach back and grab the bars to get your balance.
"Woe! Hey, Bub! How do I get across this? What’s the deal? What if I want to get on the other side ... Say! What’s that over there? Bub! Bub! Come here! Look over there! What’s that? A TV? Cool."
Try to reach across, then try to step across, unsuccessfully and with frustration.
"What’s the deal, Bub? How am I suppose to enjoy that from over here? What’s that? A remote control! Cool! Thanks, Bub! Okay, let see (click) ABC, nope. (click) NBC, nay. (click) CBS, blah (click) FOX! Great! Perfect. "
END SAMPLE
This is a monologue. It isn’t a story in the usual sense, but it follows the thoughts of someone who is upset by the perceived rules and regulations of the Church.
Pace back and forth
"Standards, standards, standards! That’s all I hear! ‘When the enemy comes in like a flood, the spirit of the Lord will raise up a standard against him."
For each complaint given below take an illusionary standard from up stage and place it in the ground down stage, starting from stage left and working your way stage right. Place them close enough together to give the illusion of prison bars.
"Don’t cut your hair, girl! You’d better cut your hair, boy! Don’t you be listening to that music! Don’t you be drinking that! Don’t you be going there!"
Grab two of the bars and shake them.
"I just want to be able to enjoy the sins of this world for a season!"
See someone on the other side of the bars off and to the right. Talk through them, sometimes reaching through them.
"Hello? Who’s there? What are you doing out there? What’s it like out there? What’s your name? What? Beelza ... Beelsa ... Be el sa bub? Hey Bub! Bub! Come here! What’s that in your hand? Those are keys! Where did you get them!? Hey, can I borrow them? Please? Come on,. Bub, I gotta get out of here."
Reaches out through the bars and gets them.
"Thanks, Bub! What are these keys anyway? The keys to death and to ... hey! You made copies! Cool!"
Move stage left and slip your arm between two bars. Turn your arm back and insert one of the keys into the lock. Turn it, it opens.
"Wow!"
Take out the key, slip it in your pocket. Open the door and cautiously step out. Slip to one side and close the door. Creep to the center, but in front of the bars. Hold them for support.
"Wow! It’s beautiful out here! Look! There goes the Marlboro man! There’s the Black Velvet lady!"
Start to step forward, but you are at the very edge of the platform (even if you are not on a platform, pretend to be). There is a large chasm below. You almost fall into it, but you reach back and grab the bars to get your balance.
"Woe! Hey, Bub! How do I get across this? What’s the deal? What if I want to get on the other side ... Say! What’s that over there? Bub! Bub! Come here! Look over there! What’s that? A TV? Cool."
Try to reach across, then try to step across, unsuccessfully and with frustration.
"What’s the deal, Bub? How am I suppose to enjoy that from over here? What’s that? A remote control! Cool! Thanks, Bub! Okay, let see (click) ABC, nope. (click) NBC, nay. (click) CBS, blah (click) FOX! Great! Perfect. "
END SAMPLE
Fitlyspoken Ministry
Monologue. A youth rants and raves about the restrictions that being holy puts on his (or her) life. An encounter with Beelzebub teaches him a lesson!
Staging -- Empty Space
Cast -- 1 male or female!
Playing Time -- 6 minutes
Staging -- Empty Space
Cast -- 1 male or female!
Playing Time -- 6 minutes
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