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First Dance [Desperate Monologue]

Do I look alright? Is my hair still curled? It hasn’t come out already?! Whew! No, It’s fine. Let me check my lipstick…okay. I’m ready. I can leave the bathroom now.

This is so awkward waiting here for my date! Where is he? Come on, get here!

I’m pacing! People will think I’m a dork. I’d better sit down.

Wait! Is my dress creasing where I’m sitting? Better scoot up to the edge of this chair and smooth it down.

Man am I thirsty!

Where is he? This is supposed to be the best night of my entire middle-school life and he’s late! Jerk!

Calm down. He can’t help it. He’s not driving himself. Maybe he forgot my corsage and had to go back to get it. Yeah.

Oh my gosh! That’s my jam! I want to go dance! Wonder if anybody will see me out here if I just bust a move in the hall?

Hmm..mm..the way you…and me… Crap! Someone saw me! How embarrassing!

Okay I see headlights in the drive. Is it him? Please? Yes! It’s about time! He’d better have a good story for being late! Is his Mom apologizing?! Flat tire! Oh!

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