Erica

Eirca Chavez John Lennon

(The curtain rises, a jet black stretch limo parked on the side of 1st and west 72nd street where the old Dakota building ‘s located.) I am on my way back to the flat from the studio. I look outside onto the side of the street, I notice a homeless man standing giving me an ominous look. I fear he knew too much. I step out of the limo and wait for my wife Yoko. (a man steps out of the limo followed by a women) As she steps out of the limo she’s looking more beautiful than ever, wearing her black dress with her straight slick black hair that reaches the bottom of her back. Hand and hand we start to walk down an alley to enter The Old Dakota apartments. As we’re walking down it begins to grow dark, the only light to be seen is that one of the doorway. (a man enter form left stage) I am about to walk into the doorway when I hear an astringed, mad voice call out “Mr. Lennon.” A chill runs up my spine, as I am about to turn my head to see…(five gun shots fired) I see nothing at all. I hear gun shots Reminding me of war I feel an explosion in my body. It’s an enormous pain as if a sharp blade pierced my skin each deeper than the one before. This pain takes over my body and grows too weak to keep me up. (falls into doorway) as I lay in the door way I ask myself why I turned to see, that voice so mad so psycho as though it was a voice of death I couldn’t help but to look and see my killer. (Yoko begins to call for help) As I lay there motionless I can’t help to think it’s true what they say, as you wait your death you can’t help but think of the life you are about to abandon. (Curtain closes) As I look back upon my life I hope I get to see my family and loved ones one last time. I can remember going through a divorce with Jules’s mother, Paul wrote him a song to help him with the whole thing. Paul was always a nice guy we had a lot of good times together. I wonder how Yoko is doing I hope she’s okay. Oh how I’m going to miss the good times. (curtain opens, Yoko stands next to his body calling out. A crowd begins to form waiting to see the body) I see a silhouette of a women in my sight not sure as to who it is I start fear that she is an angel and I am now gone. As the silhouette fades I see it is Yoko I become calm if only for a minute. My hearing begins to come back, and then I hear Yoko’s horrified voice calling for help. I hear cry’s from outside the alley they seem to get louder as the minutes pass. The pain begins once again striking every vein in my body; I can feel the blood leaking out and soking onto the dirty concrete road. Two men come to carry me they put me on a stretcher, Yoko follows holding my hand. All I hear is “clear the way” and a siren of the ambulance waiting to take me away. (As they put Lennon into the ambulance there is an odd man dead set against the wall. He’s face was barried into a book called “The Catcher in the rye.” Near top of his foot there is a gun clear in the open for all to see the cops arrive at the scene and take him away as the outraged crowd cheered them on.) They put me into the ambulance, the pinch of the needle though painful starts to calm me down into a deep relaxation. I turn to Yoko holding my hand like she’s done from the day I fell in love with her, gazing into her eyes whishing she could follow me where ever I go, she tightly held my hand as if I was leaving her forever, everything goes blank. (Curtains close) All I have are thoughts left, all running through my head as if their trying to escape. I feel like I am letting myself go, she is the one thing that hold me together. All I can think of is how she smiles and how she is the only human that truly understand me and what I am about. The thought of leaving her is unbearable the love I have for Yoko is too strong to allow it to fade. I try to hold her hand to let her know I'm there for her like she's been there for me. I try and try again I get nothing, all she's holding on to is a lifeless hand. I can still feel the love she has for me, there’s still have hope. She doesn’t want me to leave she wants our lives to continue on. I remember when we protested and sat in bed for seven days every time I looked at her I knew we had a bond no one could break. I feel my body rising and falling all at once, my soul is being drained into a whole other place. All I ask is to hold her hand one last time, that soft hand it gave me butterflies. I feel the end near, with what soul I have left to give to you baby I want to hold your hand.

Alma--i like the idea of the monologue, just go back look at word choice, like instead of "one" you have "on, and words like that." Also look back at the organization, and organize the paragraphs better.

Ms. Schoen -- The bulk of the monologue is good but there are some issues that need to be addressed. First...You need to get rid of the "I's" and reword the sentences to make it as if you are just speaking about the instance. I know you have read some of the other monologues. Notice how many of them do not use "I" as often. When you use "I" you are taking away from the feeling of your character. To give depth to character you should reword and make it as if you are really there and telling this story. For example...Instead of, I see a silhouette...how about, Who is the woman.... It gives a completely different feel to the character and makes them more real. Also, you need to give better stage directions in the beginning...they are lacking and a bit confusing. Hope this helps.

Akmyrat - Well, first of all, I would add some emotion in the beginning, like he saw Yoko, how she is beautiful and bla-bla. Just add phrase like "Oh my Gid, how she is beautiful", or, you know, somehting like that. Secondly, I'm kind of agree with Ms. Schoen, but I didn't really see that as a problem.