English Dramatic Monologue
Departure point- His first days at Barberton Prison (From P. 170 and onwards)
(Sitting on the edge of the prison bed slouching. Sad tone)
One, two, three. These three walls and fourteen metal bars are meant for encapsulating criminals. I’m no criminal. I’m no German spy. What a mess? The Alien Act? Being charged under open arrest? ‘Such stupidity’ I was right not to read that piece of paper. I have done nothing wrong. I am a professor, doctor of music. No need to waste my energy protesting. They will let me out once they discover I’m as innocent as grass growing on the hills of Barberton. I’ll be released in no time. I’ll be released in no time. Besides, my cell isn’t even locked up I’m free, to explore this place, …show more content…
It jogged my memory back to when I went furious, it was not always me. Not at all, but I came alive when that drunken sergeant carelessly poured whiskey! (Exaggerate) whisky over my ‘keys of the Steinway’. I will not let anyone ‘defile the instrument of Beethoven, Brahms, Bach and Liszt.’ I know it was irrational but it was the right thing to do at that time. I took that dusty wooden cane and whacked hard onto that inconsiderate sergeant. He deserves it. But Peekay did not deserve his injury. That inconsiderate sergeant took such revenge kicking me at the legs, it felt hard, harder than rocks. Those boots must have had metal in them.
(Deep sigh)
Sadly, I remember, it was the second kick that hurt to the heart not because it was going to hit me hard at the legs again but because it had hit my best friend Peekay. It swung in the air aiming to my half broken legs, it was MY courageous Peekay who protected an 80 year ‘old dummkopf’.
(Sighs)
For a split second I felt very heavy hearted. It was pain for the eyes to witness such gruesome harm to a young child, pain for the heart to bare. All I managed to see with my old indistinct vision, was my Peekay falling from my legs onto the hard cement. Hurt.
Departure point- His first days at Barberton Prison (From P. 170 and onwards)
(Sitting on the edge of the prison bed slouching. Sad tone)
One, two, three. These three walls and fourteen metal bars are meant for encapsulating criminals. I’m no criminal. I’m no German spy. What a mess? The Alien Act? Being charged under open arrest? ‘Such stupidity’ I was right not to read that piece of paper. I have done nothing wrong. I am a professor, doctor of music. No need to waste my energy protesting. They will let me out once they discover I’m as innocent as grass growing on the hills of Barberton. I’ll be released in no time. I’ll be released in no time. Besides, my cell isn’t even locked up I’m free, to explore this place, …show more content…
It jogged my memory back to when I went furious, it was not always me. Not at all, but I came alive when that drunken sergeant carelessly poured whiskey! (Exaggerate) whisky over my ‘keys of the Steinway’. I will not let anyone ‘defile the instrument of Beethoven, Brahms, Bach and Liszt.’ I know it was irrational but it was the right thing to do at that time. I took that dusty wooden cane and whacked hard onto that inconsiderate sergeant. He deserves it. But Peekay did not deserve his injury. That inconsiderate sergeant took such revenge kicking me at the legs, it felt hard, harder than rocks. Those boots must have had metal in them.
(Deep sigh)
Sadly, I remember, it was the second kick that hurt to the heart not because it was going to hit me hard at the legs again but because it had hit my best friend Peekay. It swung in the air aiming to my half broken legs, it was MY courageous Peekay who protected an 80 year ‘old dummkopf’.
(Sighs)
For a split second I felt very heavy hearted. It was pain for the eyes to witness such gruesome harm to a young child, pain for the heart to bare. All I managed to see with my old indistinct vision, was my Peekay falling from my legs onto the hard cement. Hurt.