Grow Up Monologues

I grew up backstage. Though not in the way I know it now. The house was my jungle gym. When I was little, I slept inside my dad’s empty instrument case. When i was older, I napped underneath the vanities in the dressing rooms. I sat in on most classes and rehearsals, and I was in the front row for almost every performance, even if I slept through them more often than not. I got to grow up backstage because my dad is a musician and composer, and my mom is a dancer, choreographer, and teacher.
That has made me both particularly fortunate. I’m very grateful that I grew up around the arts because it has made me, I think, unequivocally empathetic. There is something about people’s stories being told by other people that is very human. I also grew