Dramatic Music Monologue

Dramatic music crescendoed in the background of a sweeping view of mountains. The camera zoomed in on the leading lady, her dress billowing around her. I watched this all unfold on my television comfortably, from my favorite chair in the living room. “Mom, why do we have to watch a boring old movie?” I whined. “It’s in black and white.” She shushed me, her eyes gluded to the screen. “Quiet, this is the best part!” I settled in to the chair and before I knew it, fell asleep. Some time later, I was awakened by someone shaking me. “What?” I said, my eyes still closed. My mom’s voice said “Young lady, that is no way to talk to your mother. This may be 1920, but I hope the younger generation hasn’t lost all semblance of culture and respect.” My eyes flew open. I saw my living room, but all the furniturw was old-fashioned and insted of a TV, there was a huge record player scracting out jazz music. Even stranger, everyhing was in BLACK AND WHITE! There was no color whatsoever in my formerly vivid living room. I almost jumped out of the overstuffed floral-patterned armchair. “What is going on?” I wondered out loud. The woman standing over me who looked and sounded exactly like my mom told me “Darling, you must have fallen asleep. I just wanted to notify you that your father and I are leaving to go to a charity benefit at the musesam. Alice said that you and your friends had plans to go out for sodas this evening, and you may entertain your friends here until we come home around eleven.” She kissed me on the cheek and was out the door door in a cloud of perfume and hairspay. I walked over to the full lenght mirror in our front hall and looked at myself. I was wearing a long, pleated skirt, itcy wool cardigan, and huge bow in my curled hair. This was quite possibly the worst outfit I’d ever worn. Moments later, a clanging doorbell awakend me from my revire. I opened …show more content…
The sign over the door said “ Pop’s Soda Pop and Ice Cream”, in a elegant script. This was a busier street, crawling with well-dressed men and women and huge black cars. I opened the glass door, and Allie and I walked inside. She made a beeline for a red leather booth crowded with all my friends dressed in 1920’s fashion. Allie said brightly “Hi there! Now that we’re here, this place is the cat’s pajamas!” The group laughed, and I did too, even though I understood about half of what she said. Another girl said “Why don’t you take our orders to the counter? Everyone then said they wanted egg creams, or banana splits, or fudge. I politely declined desert, as I had a knot in my stomach from worrying about how I was going to get home. The girls chattered about some boy they all thought was “dreamy” and “the bee’s knees.” The girl on my right moved over and I sank into the squishy red leather seat. I was already exhausted, even though I had only been in the past for about forty-five minutes. It was hard work being ladylike and perfect. I had a new respect for the heroines of those black- and - white movies my mom made me watch. The next thing I knew, I was being shaken awake yet