The World's A Stage - A Collection Of Monologues

A petite middle aged woman, Jackie, takes center stage. 

JACKIE: Damn. I hit my head on the record player AGAIN! Since when is music so painful? Whatta girl gotta do to listen to some jammin', maybe dance a little, let out some steam, y'know? World these days, I tell ya. World these days. Everybody is stuck in their phones, their spotify, their ipod, their pandora or whatever. I'm an ole' fashioned girl. I like my music GOOD. So I put records in and melt whenever that sound comes up. Takes me back to my high school years, to my old boyfriend, to the band I put together when I thought I had it in me. Before I got knocked up and life changed, like, for REAL. Changed a lot. Don't get me wrong - I love my son. I mean, how screwed up would it be if I didn't? Nah, but I mean, I really love my son. I found my life in my son. I wouldn't have had it any other way. So what if I was sixteen and poor as hell and my parents wanted to disown me for having sex let alone get knocked up by some acne covered high-schooler named Robbie?! Once Don was born, they didn't care about anything other than him. I didn't care about anything other than him. I didn't care that Robbie didn't care about us and chose to go to college. To study engineering. He made millions years later, and still didn't care about Don until life got to him too. Cancer got to him and suddenly he remembered he was a shitty human being. That happens to us all, doesn't it? Life bites us and then we remember we did it to ourselves, somehow. Somehow we did... I think I'll listen to Jeff Buckley now. Not a classic but such a classic, y'know? His voice is like... it warms my heart. It hits it hard, like it reminds me how fragile I am. How fragile we all are with our hopes and dreams, and kids, and lovers... music. Oh, man. Music does that. It reminds us that we all have hearts of poets.