A monologue from the play by Nick Zagone
NOTE: This monologue is reprinted with the author’s permission. All inquiries should be directed to the author at: zagonenick@icloud.com
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Hear that song? I love this song. It’s one of those songs you always hear, but you never know who plays it.
I’ll probably never know. I don’t want to know now. It would probably ruin the feeling.
Whenever I hear this song I always feel there should be credits rolling you know? Like it’s the end of something.
The end of a movie. It just brings up so much… that guitar. It’s concluding something. It’s talking.
The credits are rolling over the lead actor’s dead body facedown in a gutter. The camera pans back. The rain is pouring down.
And all that guitar can say is “Oh well.” “That’s Life.” “Whatever.”
Every time I hear this song from now on I will remember this day and what happened and what I did. And I will remember this moment in time,
right now, this exact place, the smell, everything… and the scene will freeze and the credits will roll. I never want to know who plays this song.
It would ruin everything.
