Monologue - Ballerina

Every day for every year since I was five years old I have been going to ballet class. Hours upon hours I have spent working towards my dream, becoming Clara in the Nutcracker. Every year I get a part as a background dancer, and for once I want the spotlight all on me. I have told my parents that this is the last year I am doing ballet if I do not get my wish. So here it is, casting day, and my fate as a dancer rests entirely in the hands of our choreographer/ director, He made the typical speech about how everyone’s participation plays a key part in this production, and every part is just as important as another. Yeah, right (sarcastically). So here it is, the biggest parts are always read first so I am at the edge of my seat. Mark shifts in his chair and straightens up, he clears his throat and wipes sweat off his forehead. And then he broke my heart saying (wipe fake tear away) (sigh) ...Lucille. I, Sarah am appalled by this, I cannot think of anything else to say, this is the end, I have to go. (Get up faking sad and exit).