Sophomore Taylor Davis’ monologue was selected as a finalist in the Manhattan Theatre Club’s annual Student Monologue Challenge. High school students from across the country were challenged to create a character and write an original monologue that would run 1-2 minutes when spoken. The character would begin by responding to the prompt “You have no idea…”
Finalists were selected each week in November and December. In late January, several winners will be chosen. According to Manhattan Theatre Club’s website, the “most exceptional entries (will be) brought to life by some of today’s most exciting acting talents.” Previous year’s monolgoues have been performed by accomplished theatre, film, and television actors.
Three words to describe this character: protector of the public, tired of being the good guy, slightly hysterical
Setting: The edge of a 50-story building rooftop surrounded by a bustling city at night. Two figures face each other. One being held over the edge.
HERO: Oh, stop crying. Don’t you understand? Our entire lives we’ve been playing this game of cat and mouse. You do evil, and I stop you. Because I’m the good guy. I’ve always been the good guy, the hero, the “savior.” Because they need me. They need to see me as — as this symbol of security, so they can rest easy, tucked into their cozy little beds, knowing that someone is fighting the evil. Well, now they won’t ever have to worry again. I said stop crying, already! You think I like this? Do you think that I enjoy knowing that the only reason I exist is to fight battles that aren’t mine to fight? Well, you’re just as foolish as they are. People need someone to blame when things go wrong, someone to carry their burdens when they get too heavy, someone to give their lives meaning. Do you know what the funniest part is about this whole “good guy” and “bad guy” thing? When you’re gone, they won’t need someone to protect them anymore. They won’t need me. Sometimes, I envy you. Even now, as you face your death. You want to know why? Because tomorrow, you will be gone, and they will remember you. They will remember you as the darkness that plagued their life, and they will tell stories of your most wicked acts. After tomorrow, they won’t remember me for my heroic acts of bravery and daring. They will only remember me because of you. But what they don’t know is that tomorrow I’ll be gone too.