I hate Hamlet monologue

Last night Last night, right from the start i knew i was bombing
I sounded I sounded big an phony, real thee and thou, and then i started rushing it…hi welcome to denmark
I just couldnt I just could not connect. I couldnt get ahold of it. And while im, babbling, i look out and theres this guy
In the second In the second row, a kid, like 16, obviously dragged there. And he’s yawning, jiggling his leg, and reading his program
And I just And I just wanted to say, hey kid, I’m with you, I can’t stand this either. But I couldn’t do that, so I just kept feeling worse and worse
Just drowninng Just drowning. And I thought, okay, all my questions are answered, I’m not Hamlet, in no actor, what am I doing here
And then And then I get to the soliloquy, the big job, I’m right in the headlights, and I thought, oh Christ, the hell with it. Just do it
To be or not to be To be or not to be, that is the question. Wether tis nobler in the mind to suffer. The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
Or to take Or to take arms against a sea of troubles. And by opposing, end them
And i And I kept going, I finished the speech, and I look out and there’s the kid, and he’s listing, the whole audience, complete silence, total focus
And I And I was Hamlet. And it lasted about 10 more seconds, then I was back in hell. And I stayed there.
But for But for that one little bit, for that one speech, I got it. I had it. Hamlet, and only about 8000 more lines to go.