You spend all night looking for that perfect 30 second-1 minute monologue. Has to be the right genre that matches the play. You spend about two hours memorizing it. You lose so much sleep over it. You wake up wishing you had more time to sleep, but the alarm clock disappoints. You get ready for the day going through that monologue over and over again. You kick yourself because you're messing up lines that were otherwise stronger last night. You get to school and greet your fellow thespians, encouraging them, saying how they'll be great while they're as nervous as you. You get through the first half of classes reciting every word to your monologue. You get to lunch, but how can you eat? Every breath you take feels like you're gonna puke. No, you have to keep practicing. You WANT to make the cut! It HAS TO BE PERFECT! You make it through the rest of your classes. You wait for the director to call your name. You know what time you signed up for but everyone else is quick so you might go in early. You must use this time to prepare. Then you hear it. Your name. The time has come. You walk in with as much confidence as you can muster up. You introduce yourself and say where you got your monologue from. You recite each word with so much character and emotion as humanly possible.