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But Who's Counting? is a monologue for a 35ish year old woman

This monologue is available for purchase from playscripts.com. For information about performance rights, please visit www.Playscripts.com. A non-millenium version is also available.

Synopsis:

New Year's Eve, 1999. A charismatic young woman has invited a guy back to her stylishly furnished apartment and chained him up tight, in anticipation of her 2,000th sexual escapade. But she is no crazed dominatrix: Sweet, cultured, with a zest for the pleasures of life, she's kept detailed notes on every enlightening coupling over the last twenty years. And tonight she's going to share with the audience a bit of what she's learned, in one racy, rollicking monologue.

Characters:

A woman.

Setting:

The living room of a very classy apartment in center city Philadelphia, Pa.

Playing time:

Ten minutes. For information about performance rights, please contact playscripts.com.

But Who's Counting?

Writing, development, and performance history:

But Who's Counting? was written in response to a call for entries from InterAct Theatre Company for monologues about the millennium. It was chosen as a finalist in the Wharf Rat Theatre Company Crossing Borders 1999: Approaching Millennium contest. It's world premiere was in 2002 during the Philadelphia Fringe Festival, starring Kirsten Quinn.

Sample Scene:

It makes me totally crazy that what most people really want is for the next moment, the next day, the next year, the next century to be an awfully lot like their recent memory of the last one. What are you all so afraid of? Once you start to notice that things aren't just passing by, that each thing has a specificity, it's really better. There's not that many things to do in this life. Eat. Work. Take in an art experience now and then. Travel a little, if you're lucky. And fuck. In your hearts, not a single one of you wouldn't like to have that great big rocket booster of an explosion go off every time you shine your skinny at the sky. But the big markers, the years, the centuries, stuff that can give us real perspective, a chance to ask if we're actually going to do something different next time through or just keep on humping the load forward, those we want uniform? Explain this to me.

What I want in my life is for every time to feel like it's the first time. Every year to really be a new year, every day. I swear if I could change jobs every day I would. There are a whole lot more than 2000 things I'd like to be. I love that show The Pretender where that guy is so smart he gets to be a different thing in every episode. Life's always new for him, always an adventure. So this guy in there, I want to get in. I hope he's ready to piss himself by now. Release from fear can feel incredible if you do it right. I promise you, I'll do it right.

I hope in 20 years he's sitting somewhere with his wife and he thinks, wow, that time with that crazy girl with the nice apartment who tied me up, that was something. I was lucky to get out of there in tact. Still that was a great… I hope he spends the next 50 years or however many he has left, trying to find new things to do with Linda or Risa or whoever he ends up with to make her sirens go off like a factory-installed car alarm after a hard rear ender. This one is a settler, let me assure you. He's gonna have a Korman house off of route 420 and a Four Runner lease he rolls over every 3 years. He's going to end up with one of you or one of your single girlfriends. Ellen or Mindy or whatever her name was missed the boat with this guy, I can tell. You could leave a note with the house manager if you know someone. Or if you're interested yourself, he's gonna be available in a couple of hours. He might even drift back to that party at Egypt. You'll recognize him by the Dockers and plaid shirt. But he'll probably be tired.

And I'll be fast asleep, dreaming about what I might do tomorrow. Or not. It's a new millennium. Anything can happen.