Two monologues.

 
So this monologue has been bouncing around my head for awhile…and character as well. He’s a musician… I see him playing the drums, and maybe even the trumpet. Today I heard his counterpart…so I am including both monolouges. These aren’t back to back but occur at different times during the play…. for now they are orphaned characters. Might not include the second monologue…but I know she thinks this way.

Ezekiel “ZAC” (Casey’s boy)
Our heartbeats make a symmetrical sound
And so we build everything around us in symmetry
So the space between windows has rhythm
The space between a row of houses has a melody
And the distance between skyscrapers, lampposts, planted trees, and street lines is a symphony
We live, create, and love in the place between our heartbeats
Celebrating symmetry becomes the art of understanding how we can recreate a world that looks like our hearts feels.
And because our mind perceives symmetry as beauty we believe that life is at it’s best when it is  <sings it like it’s jazz> even on both sides
In love, work, and play…
Which it’s not. A lot. 
We imagine symmetry from a distance when we realize we are the reflections of the ones we love.
We look for ourselves in our partners while trying to achieve equality
Women are more beautiful and I don’t mean to be crass
Because they have two lips, two breasts, and men just have this big hulking thing  (if we’re lucky) that lies <big grin> (emphasis on truth ladies) between our legs.<pause. exhales> that is never happy until it is welcomed in by the symmetry of a woman’s soul. 
And when I listen to music my city makes sense. 

Two arms
Two ears
Legs.
And two hearts makes us whole, and even on both sides.

*****

CASEY- (Zac’s girl)

A meter: a basic unit of length in music, poetry, and life.

A meter can tell you how far you are away are from home,  how close you are to a note,  and if you are in step with the rhyme. A meter is the only unit of measurement that can quantify and offer direction to both art and life.

 
So this monologue has been bouncing around my head for awhile…and character as well. He’s a musician… I see him playing the drums, and maybe even the trumpet. Today I heard his counterpart…so I am including both monolouges. These aren’t back to back but occur at different times during the play…. for now they are orphaned characters. Might not include the second monologue…but I know she thinks this way.

Ezekiel “ZAC” (Casey’s boy)
Our heartbeats make a symmetrical sound
And so we build everything around us in symmetry
So the space between windows has rhythm
The space between a row of houses has a melody
And the distance between skyscrapers, lampposts, planted trees, and street lines is a symphony
We live, create, and love in the place between our heartbeats
Celebrating symmetry becomes the art of understanding how we can recreate a world that looks like our hearts feels.
And because our mind perceives symmetry as beauty we believe that life is at it’s best when it is  <sings it like it’s jazz> even on both sides
In love, work, and play…
Which it’s not. A lot. 
We imagine symmetry from a distance when we realize we are the reflections of the ones we love.
We look for ourselves in our partners while trying to achieve equality
Women are more beautiful and I don’t mean to be crass
Because they have two lips, two breasts, and men just have this big hulking thing  (if we’re lucky) that lies <big grin> (emphasis on truth ladies) between our legs.<pause. exhales> that is never happy until it is welcomed in by the symmetry of a woman’s soul. 
And when I listen to music my city makes sense. 

Two arms
Two ears
Legs.
And two hearts makes us whole, and even on both sides.

*****

CASEY- (Zac’s girl)

A meter: a basic unit of length in music, poetry, and life.

A meter can tell you how far you are away are from home,  how close you are to a note,  and if you are in step with the rhyme. A meter is the only unit of measurement that can quantify and offer direction to both art and life.

The only issue I take with the meter is that it is and it isn’t.  A meter cages space, which is suppose to be infinite. But more often than not it only serves to define the relationship of two distant objects. Space becomes this empty thing that binds two people together.  <not sure if she says the next line or just thinks it And if that space is infinite. How do I find my way home?

This is me. Christine Jean. 
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