Draft of my lost Monologue with Hans
Now, next week, the second semester final of my master's program will finally come to an end. Below is a monologue draft prepared as part of preparations for the final. This class will create a fictional character from Shakespeare's plays, analyze the character of the fictional character, and create a monologue led by that character. This work was a big challenge for me as English is not my first language for a semester. However, as I prepare and study little by little, I am happy that I can finally prepare a monologue draft. Hans here is a fictional character I created.
I continued writing in a calm and analytical tone by substituting a fictional character named Hans for a pragmatic character among Shakespeare's four humorous characters. However, he is a member of the theater troupe and is the actor's director who leads the play in charge of the play that Prince Hamlet asked him to do. Through him, I made a monologue targeting Hans because I wanted to talk about his anguish and passion for art.
The lights come from the ceiling, go down the stage like an angel, and focus on the stage. I've always stood here and loved the play.
My own space where many audiences cheered and admired. The stage I dreamed of was like golden confetti, our glory. Our prime. But I'm always counting money. Without money, I can't do anything, theater, and even art. King loves art but treats it like a picture frame on the wall.
Prince Hamlet also likes poetry. He writes and reads poems at parties. But the play he asked me about will destroy our theater. A noble's hobby. A noble's game. The more they love art, the more artists are sacrificed, and the stage disappears like an illusion. They laugh, talk, clap, squint, and consume art like a gamble. They don't really understand what art is.
But I had to shed tears and sweat all my life for this piece. The stage is like a dream, a battlefield; sometimes, it becomes paradise. Like a treadmill, I went on stage for a living every day. How many days do I spend behind the curtains on the stage, passionate, nervous, and hopeful?
Actors act desperately. The play is our everything. We dance, laugh, cry, and act lines. People watch our play, but they see just a dance. We must laugh when we're sad and cry when the audience wants to laugh. Behind the scenes, we prepare for the show with bated breath. The curtains open, light shines on the stage, and we exist.
Even if it disappears like smoke, I must show our lives... born, loved, lived, and gone like smoke, like our life. Actions and chapters passed just like actors like plays. So today, I am writing my story. Even if I disappear one day, my writing may remain forever. It may remain forever like a spinning mandala and tell the world about my life, passion, and stage. And it keeps going around and around.
In the end, I will go into eternity and go round and round, and finally, I will spread my love for my country.
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Myungja Anna Koh