All Jonathan Larson's. R.I.P.
All Maureen's life, she had been ridiculed, laughed at, and made fun of for having a big mouth. In second grade, a big kid had pushed her in the ground and had made her cut her lip. He had walked away laughing, saying, "Maybe that'll help your mouth get smaller, Big Mouth." Ever since then, from second grade through high school, she had been called Big Mouth.
She had always shrugged them off, keeping her chin high and not letting anyone see how much that hurt her. Because it did, oh it did. And not only did she have a big mouth, but a loud voice. She sometimes couldn't control how loud she could get, how much her voice carried. People always attributed it to her big mouth. That helped fuel the continuation of the cruel nickname.
When she had gotten into theatre in high school, her director's joked about not having to mike her, because her voice could be heard clear across the theatre without her barely even having to project. All because of her big mouth. Even though she'd smile and shrug it off, even make of herself with it, Maureen hated her big mouth.
Now, however, standing outside Roger and Mark's loft, for the first time in her life, Maureen was glad she had a big voice and a big mouth. She opened it, inhaled air, and let her voice fly.
"Mark! ROGER! Anyone, HELP!"
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