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Carrie Monologue

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It was a sweltering hot day in New York City. I bolt down the streets, sweat running down my face. I was going to be late, again. After Morrie passed away, Janine and I moved from Detroit to New York. She realized her true dream was to star on Broadway, and I followed along. I now work for The New York Times as their sports editor; I can’t complain the sports in New York are magnificent. I could not stand the heat anymore; I looked to my right and saw a Schmackarys. I ran in and got myself a maple bacon cookie and water and sat at the window. I suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice behind me “Well you don’t look very happy.” “Is that any of your business?” I conceitedly asked. I don’t know who this guy is; he has no reason to be telling …show more content…

What’s wrong?” he questioned. “I don’t even know you.” I muttered. “Come on, I will help you” he said sitting down right beside me. “It just that it’s freaking a million degrees out there and I was supposed to be at my wife Janine’s Broadway debut like thirty minutes ago. I already missed her off-Broadway debut and off-off Broadway debut.” I admitted. “Oh wow, I understand why you are so unhappy.” He replied. “Oh wow, thanks you totally helped.” I grunted. “How about you just get away from me?!” “I am going to help I promise.” he annoyingly said. “I saved a princess once, I can save anyone.” “Yea right.” I sneered. “I will prove it to you. Can you tell me what time the show started?” “It starts in five minutes. I won’t make it.” I cried. “Let’s do this” he screamed. We dashed out of the store, running towards time square. “So what show is you wife going to be …show more content…

I looked at the street that we ended up on and I saw at the Shubert Theatre a lit up marquee that said Tuesdays with Morrie. “We made it, you’re like my hero.” I said surprised. “I like to help people. I’m Wesley by the way.” he announced. “I’m Mitch!” I said while reaching for a handshake. “Do you want to come see the show? I owe you something.” “It would be my pleasure.” We walked into the theatre and sat down in our seats right before the show started. The overture started and I was intoxicated by Morrie’s words being told through music. In the middle of the first act I snapped out of my trance when the man who played Morrie suddenly stopped talking. The lights turned on and the show took a break. I looked to my left and saw that Wesley was gone. I went backstage to make sure that Janine was okay; I looked out onto the stage and saw Morrie giving CPR to the actor who played Morrie. “Wesley what are you doing?” I questioned. “I’m saving him, he has no pulse.” he declared. Everyone backstage looked terrified as Wesley tried his hardest to save the man’s life. When we were casting Morrie no one really captured what it was like to be dying. So we cast a person who was dying. I guess that was not the smartest

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