Almost, Maine Auditions

 

Pete: (late teens, early 20s Male) Youthful appearing male who uses his knowledge to explain the feelings he cannot quite express.

Ginette: (late teens, early 20s Female) A youthful female who is uncomfortable expressing her emotions to Pete, despite having been dating him for quite a while.

 

East: (Late 30s- 40s Male) Hardworking, introverted, homebody who lives a simple but meaningful life.

Sandrine: (20s Female) Beautiful, former popular girl who enjoyed her small-town life, and is uncomfortable reminiscing.

Waitress: (Late teens- Early 20s) Hardworking, comical, witty waitress 

 

Marvalyn: (30s+ Female) Anxious woman who struggles with independence and has a caring entimental soul.

Steve: (Late 20s- 30s Male) Neurodivergent man who struggles with pain in all its forms and has difficulty forming deep attachments with reality.

 

Gayle: (Late 20s- Early 30s female) Sentimental, romantic, and frustrated woman who longs to move forward in her love life.

(This scene may be cast as either two men or two women)

Randy & Chad / Deena & Shelly (20s-30s) Two long term friends that are grappling with budding feelings of love for one another.

 

Marci: (40s Female) Hurt, frustrated mother, and wife. Looking for more meaning and attention in her relationship and future.

Phil: (40s male) Hardworking, frustrated and troubled father and husband. Phil is looking to succeed somewhere…anywhere.

Rhonda: (20s-30s Female) Introverted person with strict boundaries that are slowly softening.

Dave: (20s- 30s Male) Extroverted male with passionate actions and hopeful notions.

 

 

All monologues may be performed by any gender for the audition process. Please feel free to change the pronouns as you choose. Please select a monologue from the following options that best shows off your personal range and acting style. Memorization is not required.

 

Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know I was in someone’s yard – I hope you don’t mind. I didn’t think you would! I didn’t think –…. You see, it says in your brochure that people from Maine wouldn’t mind. It says (producing a brochure about Maine tourism) that people from Maine are different, that they live life “the way life should be.” And that, “in the tradition of their brethren in rural northern climates, like Scandinavia,” they’ll let people who are complete strangers – like cross-

 

You can hit me if you want to. Go ahead. It won’t hurt. See? Go ahead. Come on! Okay. You don’t have to. Most people don’t. Hit me. Most people just go away. You can go away, too, if you want to. That’s what most people do when I tell them about myself. My brother Paul says I just shouldn’t tell people about myself, because I scare them. So I’ve actually recently put “myself” on the list of things to be afraid of. (Pause) I can’t explain what it’s like. See, I don’t feel any pain. I don’t know what it’s like to hurt, so....I don’t know. I don’t really feel. See, I don’t have fully developed pain sensors. They’re immature, my brother Paul says---and because they’re immature, my development as a human being has been retarded, he says. But Paul teaches me what hurts, though----so I won’t ruin myself. I have to know what hurts, so I know when to be afraid---so I have to memorize what to be afraid of. Things like bears. And guns and knives. And fire. And fear---I should fear fear itself----and pretty girls. My brother Paul says they can hurt you ’cause they make you love them, and that’s something I’m supposed to be afraid of too----love.

Lendall.....you don’t love me. And I’ve been trying to fix that. I’ve tried to make you love me by giving you every bit of love I had, and now....I don’t have any love for me left, and that’s....that’s not good for a person...and...that’s why I want all the love I gave you back, because I wanna bring it with me. I need to get away from things…Okay, YOU. You are the things in this town I need to get away from because I have to think and start over, and so: all the love I gave to you?

I want it back, in case I need it. Because I can’t very well go around giving your love----’cause that’s all I have right now, is the love you gave me---I can’t very well go around giving your love to other guys, ‘cause ---that just doesn’t seem right. So I think---I think that, since I know now that you’re not ready to do what comes next for people who have been together for quite a long time, I think we’re gonna be done. So I think that’s the best thing we can do, now, is just return

 

(Character has just been called out by wife, Marci, for forgetting their wedding anniversary.)

I’m…sorry. You’re mad at me, and pretty soon, outta nowhere, it’s gonna get ugly. I mean Marci: I’m sorry!! I know I was late. I had to work. I need the hours….Look I know I miss some things but I gotta take the double shift when Chad needs me at the mill! He’s helpin’ me – us – out, you know,…offering me overtime! Me workin’ is for us, and the kids, and it’s a lot sometimes, and it messes me up! Things cost money! (beat) You get mad at me. But you don’t

tell me – even when I ask you over and over. Because you don’t know how to tell me what you feel like about me, so I never know where I am, where I stand! Maybe that’s why I go away! So I can know where I am for a SECOND! And you know what? It’s lonely there too, where I go. And you sent me there. You went away a long time before I did.

 

but when I did, I hated when people assumed I knew everybody in a small town just because it was small. It was worse than when they’d ask if we had “…plumbing way up there?”, ’cause, you know, people in small towns really don’t know each other any better than in big towns, you know that? I mean, you know who you know, and you don’t know who you don’t know, just like anywhere else. (Pause) I’m sorry to have bothered you. I was just so sure--- When his parents

passed away, he kept the house, I heard. He lived here. He stayed here, I thought. He was one of the ones who stayed. (Pause) I didn’t stay. I went away. And I guess he did too. I never thought he would. I guess, I lost track...You gotta hold onto people or you lose ’em.