New Monologue by New York Playwright Joe Brofcak
Kellie Powell
AMELIA:
Oh my god, Jen, this guy - he is to die for! Tall, with dark hair.
Blue eyes, almost clear. I noticed him because his skin seemed to
shimmer. Yeah, I know, but it did. Swear to God.
It was at that club. The one in the village. Called Retinal Fetish.
Like, two in the morning. Yeah, I know, my parents thought I was over
at Rebecca's. My dad doesn't give a shit what I do anyways.
You wanna, like, hear the story, or not?
Okay, so, I noticed him as soon as I walked into the club. No problems
with the fake ID. He was sitting at the bar, alone, and I thought he
was just gorgeous. His pale skin, glowing under the blacklight is what
did it. He looked like a vampire. Yeah, I know, crazy, right? You
sound like my mom.
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Joe Brofcak is the author of INTERSTATE, TRANSFER, I CAN BUILD YOU,
and IN SICKNESS. Check out his other plays at:
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