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The Last Monologue

Maya stared at the blank page on her laptop screen. The cursor blinked mockingly, a tiny digital metronome counting down the seconds to her HSC Drama Individual Project submission. Outside her window, the last of the autumn leaves skittered across the driveway. Inside, the pressure was a physical weight on her chest.

The task was deceptively simple: write a script for a self-devised monologue. Ten minutes. A beginning, a middle, and an end. A character transformed. For six months, she had been the girl who was "doing scriptwriting for her IP." Now, with three weeks to go, she was the girl with thirty-seven abandoned opening scenes.

She had tried everything. A gritty realist piece about a girl stuck in a lift (boring). A surrealist dreamscape about a talking clock (pretentious). A verbatim piece based on her grandmother’s immigration story (too respectful, no conflict). Each draft had ended up in the digital graveyard of her “Trash” folder.

Her drama teacher, Mr. Lantham, had given them one piece of advice that haunted her: “Don’t write what you know. Write what you’re afraid to know.”

Maya wasn’t afraid of much. Or so she told herself. She was afraid of failing the HSC, sure. Afraid of disappointing her parents, who still thought “drama” was a soft subject. But a deep, theatrical fear? She had none.

She got up, made a cup of tea that went cold, and doom-scrolled through past HSC showcase videos. She saw girls screaming with operatic grief, boys delivering razor-sharp political rants, a non-binary performer deconstructing a fairy tale with a single red shoe. They were all so brave. So loud.

Maya was quiet. She was the one who memorised everyone else’s lines in group devising. The one who noticed that when Chloe laughed, her left dimple appeared a second before the right. The one who saw her father tap his wedding ring three times every night before opening the fridge.

That was it.

Her father.

The fear she didn’t want to name sat in the corner of her mind like a piece of furniture she’d learned to walk around. Two years ago, he had lost his job as an architect. A quiet redundancy. He hadn't raged or wept. He had simply… contracted. He started wearing the same grey jumper every day. He stopped finishing his sentences. He would stand in the garden at 3 AM, staring at the fence.

Maya had never written about it. Not in journals, not in English essays, certainly not for drama. It was too close. Too raw. Too quiet.

But Mr. Lantham’s words echoed: write what you’re afraid to know.

She deleted the blinking cursor and wrote a title: The Man Who Forgot the Light.

The character wasn’t her father. She made him a retired watchmaker named Arthur. That gave her distance. But the details were all true. The way he lined up his coffee cups by size. The single framed photo he turned face-down after his wife left. The unsaid thing that pulsed in the room like a low-frequency hum.

Maya wrote for four hours straight. She didn’t stop for tea. She didn’t check her phone. Arthur’s voice came to her fully formed—not loud, not theatrical. He was a man drowning in plain sight. He talked about the gears of a pocket watch while the audience realised he was describing the gears of his own failing mind. He told a joke about a broken cuckoo clock that wasn’t funny at all. And at the end, he simply sat down on an invisible chair, looked at his hands, and said: hsc drama individual project script writing

“The strange thing is, I remember how to fix a tourbillon escapement. But I cannot remember the sound of her saying my name.”

Then, a long pause. A single, soft click of a light switch.

Blackout.

Maya sat back, her heart hammering. Her face was wet. She hadn’t realised she’d been crying. The word count was perfect. The structure was a three-act arc disguised as a meandering repair of a clock. There was no screaming. No crying on stage, even. Just a man and his quiet apocalypse.

The next three weeks were a blur of redrafts, feedback sessions, and rehearsals. She printed the script on cream paper so it felt like an old manual. She recorded herself reading it, then deleted the recording because her own voice sounded too much like her mother’s.

On assessment day, the drama studio smelled of sweat, hairspray, and fear. One by one, her classmates performed. A girl screamed about climate change. A boy did a hilarious, brutal takedown of toxic masculinity using only kitchen utensils. The markers, two visiting academics with clipboards, wrote notes with faces of stone.

Then it was Maya’s turn.

She had chosen not to perform it herself. That was her other fear—being seen. Instead, she had asked Oliver, the quietest boy in the class, to play Arthur. Oliver had a face that looked like it had already lived three sad lives.

He walked onto the bare stage. A single stool. A small table with a dismantled clock. No props, no costume change. Just a grey jumper.

And for ten minutes, the room held its breath.

Oliver—Arthur—didn’t act. He was. He fumbled with the tiny gears. He paused too long between sentences. He looked at the empty chair where his wife used to sit. When he delivered the final line about her name, a girl in the front row covered her mouth.

The blackout came. Silence stretched for three terrible seconds.

Then applause. Not the wild, whooping kind for the screaming monologue. The slow, reluctant kind. The kind that says, I didn’t want to feel that, but I did.

The lead marker, a stern woman with glasses on a chain, looked up from her notes. She didn’t smile. Markers never smile. But she nodded once, slowly. The Last Monologue Maya stared at the blank

After everyone had gone, Mr. Lantham found Maya packing up her script binder.

“You know,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. “The best scripts aren’t about dragons or revolutions. They’re about the things people don’t say at the dinner table.”

Maya hugged the binder to her chest. “I didn’t write what I knew,” she said. “I wrote what I was afraid to look at.”

He smiled. “That’s the only thing worth writing.”

Months later, when the HSC results came out, Maya’s score for Drama was 98. The marker’s comments said: “Exceptional command of subtext. A devastating study of quiet grief. This is not a school script. This is a play.”

Her father never knew the monologue was about him. But that Christmas, he bought her a fountain pen. “For your next story,” he said, tapping his ring exactly three times.

And Maya, for the first time, started writing without the cursor blinking back in fear.

For the HSC Drama Individual Project (IP): Scriptwriting, students must create an original complete play script for a live performance. This project is externally assessed by NESA and is worth 30 marks.  Mandatory Project Components  A complete submission must include: 

The Script: A complete play approximately 15 minutes in running time.

Rationale: A 300-word statement outlining your directorial concept and vision.

Logbook: A working record of your process, research, and reflections throughout the project.  Technical Requirements 

Strict adherence to NESA formatting is required to avoid penalties:  Length: 15–25 A4 pages. Font: Times New Roman, size 12. Spacing: Double-spaced.

Inclusions: A character/role list and detailed stage directions that demonstrate the play's practicability for live performance.  Marking Criteria (30 Marks Total) 

The script is evaluated across three core criteria, each worth 10 marks:  Criterion  Key Focus Areas Concept Part 3: The Technical Blueprint – Formatting Your

Originality, clarity, sustained theatrical concept, and stylistic/thematic coherence. Dramatic Action

Effective choice and shaping of dramatic elements and purposeful action to engage the audience. Dramatic Language

Use of language to create characters, relationships, visual/aural imagery, and subtext. The Logbook Process 

The logbook is a mandatory "working record" that tracks your journey from initial ideas to the final draft. It should include: 

Initial Ideas: Brainstorming, mind maps, and early story concepts.

Research: Notes on the chosen theatrical style, themes, or historical context.

Drafting and Editing: Extracts of scenes, annotations, and reflections on what worked or failed.

Feedback: Records of feedback from teachers and test audiences and how you applied it.  Common Pitfalls to Avoid 

Writing for Film: Ensure the script is for a live stage production, not a screenplay. Avoid relying on voiceovers or cinematic "cuts".

Over-reliance on "Teenage Voice": Broaden perspectives to ensure sustained audience engagement beyond a single demographic.

Lack of Stage Directions: Use stage directions to describe the visual and aural atmosphere without being overly prescriptive to actors. 

For a visual guide on formatting your character list and stage directions: 3m How to Write a Script: Step-By-Step with Examples Twinkl Teaches KS2 YouTube• Aug 30, 2021 Assessment and reporting in Drama | NSW Government

Part 3: The Technical Blueprint – Formatting Your Script

You can write the most beautiful prose in the world, but if your script looks like a word salad, the marker will assume you don't know the industry standard. Formatting is non-negotiable.

Use a standard playwriting format (similar to Final Draft or Celtx). Here is the HSC-friendly template:

• Font: 12-point Courier (or Courier New). This is the law.
• Margin: Left margin 1.5 inches (for hole punching), Right margin 1 inch.
• Character Name: Centered or 3.5 inches from left edge. ALL CAPS.
• Dialogue: Below the character name. Blocked at 3 inches from left edge.
• Parentheticals (Stage directions within dialogue): (sarcastic) in lower case, on its own line inside parentheses.
• Action Lines: Full width. Write in present tense. Example: JOHN crosses to the window. He does not look outside.

Key Syllabus Requirements:

• Duration: The script must be substantiated. For the IP, your submitted script should be approximately 2,500–3,500 words (though this is fluid, markers prefer quality over quantity).
• Theatricality: This is the golden word. Your script must be playable. It must demand staging, lighting, sound, and movement. If it reads like a movie (constant location changes and close-ups), you will fail.
• Concept: You need a clear dramatic intention. Why does this story need to be told on a stage?
• Logbook: 50% of the success is the script; 50% is the Logbook (your working journal).

The Four Marking Criteria (NESA Focus)

To score in the top band (Band 6), you need to nail these four pillars:

1. Concept and Vision (25%): Is your idea original? Does it have depth? Markers love subversion. Don’t write a generic breakup scene. Write a breakup scene set in a malfunctioning elevator during a zombie apocalypse.
2. Structure and Form (25%): Does your play have a beginning, middle, and end? Is the rising tension logical? Does the climax pay off?
3. Character and Voice (25%): Can you distinguish who is speaking without looking at the character name? Do your characters want something desperately?
4. Language and Expression (25%): Is your dialogue sharp? Does it sound like real people (not robots reading a thesaurus)?