Confessions: The Show 2

The Ending:

[Who Wants to Live Forever] Ends. (Emerging in a robe. Into cell.)Yes, but I can't possibly do a thing! My hands are completely tied... Sick mothers you know... Well, yes I know, it was last week as well, but this time is serious... I know what I said, but this week is serious-er. If I miss the death of my mother, I'll probably burst. Don't make me do something drastic. Yes, John. Thank you, John. (hangs up.)I REALLY freaking hate this guy. I swear say to a guy he's the best after ONE night and he'll think it's marriage. All I said was "You were great" in a non-chalant kind of way and then lit up, rolled over, went to sleep. In that order!To be honest, I actually don't mind it. I mean, I've got more attention than I've ever asked for. Sure, he beats me, and thus my current escape to the backstage and constant lying to him. I feel I've lost myself. I've lost, something... precious. I'M lost. It's me, in the whole metaphoracle sense, I've lost me. I'm ruined. Ruined. John's ruined me! Sex ruined me... I did. My decisions, I myself alone... I ruined me... Look at me... What have I done at this point that feels right? What CAN I do? No, I don't have a choice... none, what-so-ever.I don't have anything left. (dialing phone, rifling through drawers) John? Hi, darling, it's me... John? Eat dirt.

Confessions: The Show 1

[A work in progress] A story about a drag queen, not so much me. Full of musical interludes and female impersonation. Based off not only this blog, but other journals of mine. ALL original monologues and soliloques by me!

Opening:

I remember growing up. I remember what it was like to be young me, raised by two loving parents. Kindergarten, my friends, first grade, second, third... highschool. First kiss... second, third... A lot of things. I wrote them down and I looked back. Now I'm a developing artist. A female impersonator, in vulgar terms, a drag queen. No one's getting dragged, nor is life a drag, but sometimes...? I wonder. I'm Danni, by the way.You know, it's not like I ever really had the choice. Do you know? So, well, I figure I'd show you my life, tell you everything. The truth. I can only tell you. I trust you. If I didn't have anyone I could trust to tell about these things, I'd probably burst or do something drastic. I'm not sure what, though.This is my story. And you, lucky, lucky person, get to hear ALL about it. Aren't you lucky indeed. Look at you, at the end of your seat! And lying back down, okay. Maybe a wedgie? You got an uncomfortable seat. [Cue song:] Sorry. Nothing I can do about that. I'm just the entertainment. [Don't Rain on My Parade]