Arash’s The Tale of Three Brothers’ Monologue

There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight. In time, the brothers reached a river too deep to wade through and too dangerous to swim across.. However, these brothers were learned in the magical arts, and so they simply waved their wands and made a bridge appear across the treacherous water. They were halfway across it when they found their path blocked by a hooded figure.

And Death spoke to them. He was angry that he had been cheated out of three new victims, for travelers usually drowned in the river. But Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers upon their magic and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him.

So the oldest brother, who was a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence: a wand that must always win duels for its owner, a wand worthy of a wizard who had conquered Death! So Death crossed to an elder tree on the banks of the river, fashioned a wand from a branch that hung there, and gave it to the oldest brother.

Then the second brother, who was an arrogant man, decided that he wanted to humiliate Death still further, and asked for the power to recall others from Death. So Death picked up a stone from the riverbank and gave it to the second brother, and told him that the stone would have the power to bring back the dead.

And then Death asked the third and youngest brother what he would like. The youngest brother was the humblest and also the wisest of the brothers, and he did not trust Death. So he asked for something that would enable him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death. And death, most unwillingly, handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility.

Then Death stood aside and allowed the three brothers to continue on their way, and they did so, talking with wonder of the adventure they had had, and admiring Death’s gifts. In due course the brothers separated, each for his own destination.

The first brother traveled on for a week or more, and reaching a distant village, sought out a fellow wizard with whom he had a quarrel. Naturally with the Elder Wand as his weapon, he could not fail to win the duel that followed. Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor, the oldest brother proceeded to an inn, where he boasted loudly of the powerful wand he had snatched from Death himself, and of how it made him invincible.

That very night, another wizard crept upon the oldest brother as he lay, wine-sodden, upon his bed. The theif took the wand and, for good measure, slit the oldest brother’s throat.

And so Death took the first brother for his own.

Meanwhile, the second brother journeyed to his own home, where he lived alone. Here he took out the stone that had the power to recall the dead, and turned it thrice in his hand. To his amazement and his delight, the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry, before her untimely death, appeared at once before him.

Yet she was sad and cold, separated from him as by a veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she did not truly belong there and suffered. Finally the second brother, driven mad with hopeless longing, killed himself so as truly to join her.

And so Death took the second brother for his own.

But though Death searched for the third brother for many years, he was never able to find him. It was only when he had attained a great age that the youngest brother finally took off the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son. And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life.

The Signing

In this monologue, Arash talks to his best friend about whether or not he should sign a prenuptial agreement for the woman he is truly in love with.

Arash: I’m not signing it.  She must be out of his mind.  She flipped her true lid!  If she wanted to have a prenuptial agreement then she should have told me early on in our relationship.  Not now!  Now she tells me.  I can’t believe her.  It makes me feel cheated.  I’m not signing that damn paper or whatever the heck it is, I’m not doing it.

If she loves me she needs to love me for me.  I don’t want her money.  It’s not like I am marrying her for his money.  If she was poor girl I would marry her cause I love her passionately.  She is a great woman.  She is everything I ever wanted in a girl.

Damn!  I can’t believe a piece of paper is coming between us.  Everything we are to one another, everything…I love her so much, Tom.  I don’t want to lose her like this.

Maybe I should sign on the dotted line.  It just angers me because it makes me feel like she doesn’t trust me.  It makes me feel like something WILL go wrong between us.

Oh, I don’t know…what should I do?  What do you think I should do?

Arash’s Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, Severus Snape Monologue

In this Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone’s monologue, Arash plays Professoor Severus Snape about how he doesn’s want any students in his class to not pay attention because he believes fame isn’t everything.  

There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don’t expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few…
Who possess, the predisposition… I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention! Mister Potter. Our new celebrity.

Do You Think I Can Forgive You?

In this drama monologue, ARASH confronts his former co-worker about the vulgar assault he experienced years ago.

ARASH: Do you?  Do you think I can forgive you?  I know we are supposed to try and forgive people that have wronged us…but where do we draw the line?  How far does forgiveness actually go?

You did some pretty messed up things to me.  Things that I can’t even repeat because it makes me sick to my stomach.

Am I supposed to let it ride, pretend it never happened?  It did happen!  All of it!  After all these years you think you would be brave enough to apologize, to talk to me about it and make it right.  No.  Not from you.  Not ever from you.

Arash’s Weight

In this dramatic monologue, Weight, Arash talks about his issues with being a heavyset man and his desire to feel better about himself.

Arash:  You know, I make jokes about my weight in public, to help me cope with the fact that I’m bigger than I used to be.  It’s just my way of feeling liked, even while I’m heavier.

I’ve tried everything all kinds of diets, gone to all kinds of gyms.  I’ve gone to physicians to prescribe me something even.  I guess I’m looking for the wonder drug, some miraculous cure that will shed all the excess fat from my body.

I’m concerned about my health.  The only thing left doing is surgery and I simply do not have the money to make this happen.  My medical coverage doesn’t cover anything for overweight people.  Sometimes, late at night, those infomercials come on t.v. and they talk about losing weight and they have all those people who lost the weight giving interviews.  They show all those before and after pictures.  “I lost 65 pounds or I lost 170 pounds.”

I’ve read dozens of books and magazines.  I just don’t know what else to do.  I’ve become a mess.  I used to be so handsome.  I used to walk in a room and heads would turn.  Now, I walk in a room and the heads still turn but for different reasons.

Keep Going

In Keep Going, Arash talks about how he has an appetite to keep pursuing what makes him happy, even on the quarentined days

 I get down. I do.  I get low.  Sometimes.  Not too often cause I have a strong mind but I do, I get down like anybody else, I guess.  But there’s this thing inside of me, I don’t know what you would call it, not sure if I’m actually a bit crazy or what but this thing I’m talking about, it’s never left me, it’s always there like an invisible friend but a friend that always stays with me and pulls me out of the shit when it gets too thick.  Does that make sense?  Not sure if it’s something deep in my spirit that refuses to ever tire out.  Not sure if I’m just plain stubborn, stupid or just outright nuts.  It’s weird, when you love something and don’t know why exactly but it just feels right, well, that’s why I keep going.  So, I’m in for life and that’s it.

Back On The Map

In Back On The Map, Arash realizes that all his hopes and dreams have come crashing down from friend and famous art dealer/collector Nik.

ARASH: Oh…that. Yes. Promotion makes it seem so, I don’t know, so clumsy in a way, don’t you think? Promotion. Hmm. I liked it better when you told me you were producing. That’s right. You said, “Arash, I am going to produce the greatest exhibition this side of the Atlantic. It will be memorable, exciting, fresh, fun and profitable.” Remember those words?

You sold me on your scheme. Look now…look around you…what do we have? Huh? Where is this fun, exciting, memorable exhibition you claimed? Huh?! I admit, this is memorable. That I cannot say, isn’t true. This is a memorable evening.

One filled with lies, deceit, tricks and broken promises! Just you and me in this large empty warehouse!

Tell me, why has no one showed up here? It has been two hours and I want to know what your excuse will be? Tell me! I am dying to know.

How can you stand there? How can you have the gaul to show up here yourself? If I were you, I would have fled as far as I could go. This embarrassment is a disgrace. I have never been so humiliated in my life.

I put so much in you. I believed everything you told me, despite my intuition screaming at me, “No, no, no!” I didn’t want to listen because I want what you promised so badly. I was foolish. I was blind. And now I am ashamed.

Whats going on

Tell Me Drama Monologue

tell me

 Joseph Arnone

Tell Me is a spoken word monologue for Arash to perform.

ARASH:  Those eyes, YOUR eyes; they dart around trying to avoid my presence, trying to avoid a connection to my heart and soul, the way things were, the way things used to be…I remember, you remember but we both can’t cross that bridge, we just can’t seem to feel free together again, happy together, the way it was, the way it used to be.  I admit, I do miss you, I miss laughing and acting silly, I miss being looked up to and admired, I miss protecting you.

God I miss who we were.  In the face of our beautiful face from which we stem from, the pain, the rhythm of her beating heart, her tears, her pain, her pain, so much hurt inside and I still cannot come to terms with what I know is right, what is truth, your truth, my truth, our truth…sadness, it exudes from me like steam but I have the power to catch it in time before you see it, before anyone sees my flame, my darkness, I smile against the weight of my eyes, weighing me down, fishing for a deeper understanding that there must be something easier than this but just know and I know you do, that I will kill for you and die for you more so than any other man alive on Earth but we can’t speak for our trust has been broken, my life, your life…apart.

 Those eyes, YOUR eyes, everything we both know and the love that gets covered by a swelling of hatred, what now?

Welcome To The Club

In Welcome To The Club, Arash tells his friend that his son is becoming a man and the way in which he helped him figure things out for himself.

ARASH:  My son is growing up quicker than I ever could have anticipated.  Just the other day, I was doing some yard work…planting all kinds of new shrubs and flowers I bought over at Home Depot.  You know, for the wifey…make her happy.

My son comes running over to me.  But he’s running like he’s gotten hurt real bad.  So, I’m thinking, is this a broken bone, a bruised hip, a busted rib…had no idea.  But it looked serious.  I throw down my shovel and ask him what’s up.  He says, “Dad, I’m in alot of pain down there.”  I saw by the little man’s face, that he was “discovering himself” but choked at the finish line.  So, I just looked at him calmly and said, “In this family, we finish what we start.”

He looked at me puzzled at first but then his eyes slowly narrowed with confidence and he ran into the house.  Not two minutes later he comes back out into the yard with the dopiest grin I ever saw.  I said,”Welcome to the club.”

Moving To New York

In Moving To New York, Arash discusses the notion of possibly moving to New York for a better life in regards to his health and happiness.

Arash:  My girlfriend and I have been happy for two years now.  We’re thinking about moving to New York.  She’s up for anything and I’m thinking I can get a better job in my field in New York.  Besides, I’m going to need the proper coverage for my illness.  You see, I was born with 75% of my heart damaged.  This is going back over twenty-five years ago.  The kind of life saving procedures they have today when it comes to the heart, didn’t really exist then.  So, in some ways, it was a miracle that I survived.  It’s a miracle I am still breathing actually.  The surgeons back then rebuilt my heart.  Isn’t that insane?  But things have not been working as good for me lately.  I’ve been getting pains in my chest.  It turns out I have reflux acid and that puts a strain on my heart, which for obvious reasons is not the best thing for someone like me.  The pills to prevent this kind of thing will do damage to my hearts condition, which could mean eventual death.  What’s also starting to happen is because the strain on my heart worries me so much because of the acid reflux, I have been getting panic attacks.  And they are getting worse.  The only person who has been there for me through thick and thin is my girlfriend.

So, we are seriously considering New York.  I can hopefully get a better job that will cover the operations I am going to need real soon.  God willing, it’s all Gods will at this point.  I mean, I have the will to live but if God wants you, he will take you.  I just want a little more time before he takes me.  I just want a few more laughs, a few more hugs and a few more reflections.  I want to be able to tell God, I’m ready.