Please choose ONE MONOLOGUE from the selections below.

Be prepared to
perform the monologue on the SECOND audition day. (Memorization is
preferred but not mandatory.)

1. ZACH (After Opening – The Line)

Before we do any more dancing – and we will be dancing some more- let me explain something.
I’m looking for a strong dancing chorus. I need people that look terrific together- and that can
work together as a group. But there are some small parts that have to be played by the dancers I
hire. Now, I have your pictures and resumes. I know what shows you’ve been in- but that’s not
gonna help me. And I don’t want to give you just a few lines to read. I think it would be better if I
knew something about you- about your personalities. So, I’m going to ask you some questions. I
want to hear you talk. Treat it like an interview. I don’t want you to think you have to perform. I
just want to hear you talk and be yourselves. And everybody just relax- as much as you can.

2. BOBBY (Introduction…And…)

Do you wanna know about all the wonderful and exciting things that have happened to me in my
life? Or do you want the truth? The Truth? Well, to begin with, I come from this quasi-middle-
upper or upper-middle class, family-type home. I could never figure out which but it was real
boring. I mean, we had money- but no taste. You know the kind of house- Astroturf on the patio?
But it was ok…I was the strange one. Real, real strange. I used to love to give garage recitals.
BIZARRE recitals. This one time I was doing Frankenstein as a musicale and I spray-painted this
kids silver- all over. They had to rush him to the hospital. ‘Cause he had that thing when your
pores can’t breathe… He lived ‘cause luckily I didn’t pain the soles of his feet. As I got older I kept
getting stranger and stranger. I started breaking into people’s houses- Oh, I didn’t steal anything-
I’d just rearrange their furniture…

3. Kristine (Introduction: Sing)

(Extremely nervous) Oh- Ah, well, everybody says that when I was little, every time they put on
the radio, I’d just get up and start dancing. And, ah… Oh, this man came around to my house-
selling… ah… (Al says “Lessons) Oh, and he was a terrific salesman- I’ll never forget it- he turned
me around, picked up my foot and touched it to the back of my head and said, “This little girl
could be a star.” Well, my mother saw how much it meant to me. I mean, I watched everything on
tv that had dancing on it- Especially- Oh, God- every Sunday- It was, ah… ah… (Al says “Ed
Sullivan”) Right- Ed Sullivan- every Sunday- like church. And, ah… I’m sorry. It’s just- I’m terribly
nervous. But anyway, I always knew what I wanted to do…except I had this little ah… (Al says
“Problem”) See, I really couldn’t sing.
4. DON (Montage, Part 3: Mother)

The summer I turned fifteen, I lied about my age so I could join AGVA- you know… The night club
union. ‘Cause I could make sixty dollars a week. I worked this one club for about eight weeks
straight, and I really became friendly with this dancer. Her name was Lola Latores. Well, she
really took to me. Anyway, she used to come and pick me up in her big pink Cadillac convertible
and I’d come tripping out of the house in my little tuxedo and my tap shoes in my hand and we’d
drive off down the block with her long, flaming red hair just blowing in the wind. Well, when the
guys on the block saw Lola, they all wanted to know what the story was, and I told them about
this big hot romance we were having, but actually she was going with this…

5. VAL (Dance: Ten; Looks: Three)

‘Cause I wanted to be a Rockette. I decided to be a Rockette because this girl in my hometown-

Lou Ella Heiner- had actually gotten out and made it to New York. And she was a Rockette. She
came home one Christmas to visit, and they gave her a parade. A friggin’ parade. I twirled a baton
for two hours- in the rain. Well- that was my plan: New York, New York, here I come. Only
problem was I was ugly. Anyway, I got off this bus. I had to wait six months for an audition but
finally the big day came. I showed up at the Music Hall with my red patent leather tap shoes. And
I did my little tap routine. Well- I could do terrific fankicks but they weren’t good enough. Of
course, what they were trying to tell me was… it was the way I looked, not the fankicks. And
Broadway- same story. Every audition. I mean, I’d dance rings around the other girls and find
myself in the alley with the other rejects. But I swiped my dance card once- after an audition. And
on a scale of ten… they gave me: for dance: ten; for looks: three. Well!

6. CASSIE (The Music and the Mirror)

I can’t get a job, Zach… God, you sound like all my friends- my fans. Acting like I’m a star and
don’t know it- when the truth is I never even came close and nobody has the guts to tell me.
Well, it would be nice to be a star… But I’m not, I’m a dancer. In California, I kept telling myself
that I was going through a slow period. Well… nothing happened. I can’t act. And there I am in
California supposed to be this actress. Well, it didn’t take me long to find out I can’t act…Didn’t
take Hollywood long either. Oh sure… I got a rotten part in a so-so film- part ended up getting
cut, thank God- I was a go-go dancer in a movie of the week. Let’s see- Oh yeah- commercials. I
almost got to squeeze a role of toilet paper but I lost out in the finals. And I was a dancing Band-
Aid- that was fun. We had an earthquake… And I got a terrific tan… And went wild and crazy-
Which is why I came back to New York and which is why I am here today. I need a job.
7. MAGGIE (At the Ballet)

I don’t know what they were for or against really, except each other. I mean, I was born to save
their marriage but when my father came to pick my mother up at the hospital he said, “Well, I
thought this was going to help. But I guess not…” Anyway, I did have a fantastic fantasy life. I
used to dance around the living room with my arms up like this. My fantasy was that it was an
Indian Chief…And he’d say to me, “Maggie, do you wanna dance?” And I’d say, “Daddy, I would
love to dance.”

8. PAUL (After Music and the Mirror)

One day I looked at myself in the mirror and said, “You’re fourteen years old and you’re gay.
What are you going to do with your life?” By that time I was in Cardinal Hayes High School. There
were three thousand boys there. I had no protection anymore. No homeroom where I could be
charming and funny with the tough guys so they’d fight my battles for me. Like when I went to
small schools. I liked school. But my grades got so bad. Even if I knew the answers to questions, I
wouldn’t raise my hand because I would be afraid they would laugh at me. I couldn’t take it
anymore. I quit school. I was going to try to find out who I was and how to be a man. You know,
there are a lot of people in this world who don’t know how to be men. And since then, I found out
that I am one. I was looking for the wrong thing.

9. SHEILA (What I Did for Love)

That’s what I used to say…”I won’t give up. I’ve got to be a ballerina by the time I’m eighteen.” …
Then I found out that I should be in musical comedy and I said, “Okay, I’ll be a chorus girl- but I
gotta be playing parts by the time I’m twenty-one.” Right. Then you’re twenty-five and you say
just a couple of years more- Well, hell, I’m thirty. I mean, how many years do I have left to be a
chorus cutie? Three? Four? If I have my eyes done… Well, I don’t want to deal on that level any
longer. So just lately, I’ve been thinking about opening a dance studio. I don’t know… Am I
copping out? Am I growing up? I don’t know…

10. Diana (Montage Part 2: Nothing)

…so excited because I’m gonna go to the High School of Performing Arts! I mean, I was dying to
be a serious actress. Anyway, it’s the first day of acting class- and we’re in the auditorium and
the teacher, Mr. Karp… Oh, Mr. Karp… Anyway, he puts us up on the stage, with our legs around
each other, one in back of the other and he says, “Okay… we’re going to do improvisations. Now,
you’re on a bobsled. It’s snowing out. And it’s cold…Okay…Go!” And everybody is going,
“Whoosh, whoosh… I feel the snow… I feel the cold… I feel the air.” And Mr. Karp turns to me and
he says, “Okay, Morales. What do you feel?” And I said, “Nothing.”