I forget sometimes that life goes around in circles, at least mine does. I have wanted to do this project for a long time, but it was just recently that is struck me that I have already done it, sort of.
When I first moved to New York City in 2000, I co-wrote a solo show about Marilyn Monroe. I worked with my friend, Kim. She directed it and I toiled over the nine page script. I can’t find the review online any longer, but I do remember that they said it was the briefest performance of the evening.
I called the piece “Monster”. It was about a woman who was a Marilyn Monroe impersonator. She is talking to her therapist about why she hides behind Marilyn’s persona. Finally, (about eight pages later) she is willing to pull off the wig and reveal her true self.
When I think about this play, I feel kind of proud. I moved to New York City to be an actress, and within a year I was performing my own material off-off broadway and getting reviewed (in an off-off broadway journal). I found a friend to work with me, and we told a story. The effort was worthwhile.
I had a postcard of Marilyn taped to my make-up mirror. Each night I would say to her “Here we go!” before I went out on stage. Her image shined out to me, her curves and blonde hair telling me that all things were possible.