What are some good monologues for a 17 year old girl auditioning for performing arts college?!?

You are too absolute; Though therein you can never be too noble, But when extremities speak. I have heard you say, Honor and policy, like unsevered friends, I' th' war do grow together. Grant that, and tell me, In peace what each of them by th' other lose, That they combine not there. If it be honor in your wars to seem The same you are not, -- which, for your best ends, You adopt your policy -- how is it less or worse, That it shall hold companionship in peace With honor, as in war; since that to both It stands in like request? It lies on you to speak To th' people, not by your own instruction, Nor by th' matter which your heart prompts you, But with such words that are but roted in Your tongue, though but bastards and syllables Of no allowance to your bosom's truth. Now, this no more dishonors you at all Than to take in a town with gentle words, Which else would put you to your fortune and The hazard of much blood. I would dissemble with my nature where My fortunes and my friends at stake required I should do so in honor. I am in this Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles; And you will rather show our general louts How you can frown than spend a fawn upon 'em, For the inheritance of their loves and safeguard Of what that want might ruin. I prithee now, my son, Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand; And thus far having stretched it, -- here be with them -- Thy knee bussing the stones, -- for in such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th' ignorant More learned than the ears -- waving thy head, Which, often thus correcting thy stout heart, Now humble as the ripest mulberry That will not hold the handling; or say to them Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils Hast not the soft way which, thou dost confess, Were fit for thee to use as they to claim, In asking their good loves; but thou wilt frame Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far As thou hast power and person. Go and be ruled; although I know thou hadst rather Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf Than flatter him in a bower. All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then? Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, That murd'red me. I would forget it fain; But O, it presses to my memory Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners' minds! 'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo--banishèd!' That 'banishèd,' that one word 'banishèd,' Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death Was woe enough, if it had ended there; Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship And needly will be ranked with other griefs, Why followèd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,' Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, Which modern lamentation might have moved? But with a rearward following Tybalt's death, 'Romeo is banishèd'--to speak that word Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banishèd'-- There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, In that word's death; no words can that woe sound. OR Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it? But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? That villain cousin would have killed my husband. Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring! Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband. All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then? Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, That murd'red me. I would forget it fain; But O, it presses to my memory Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners' minds! 'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo--banishèd!' That 'banishèd,' that one word 'banishèd,' Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death Was woe enough, if it had ended there; Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship And needly will be ranked with other griefs, Why followèd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,' Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, Which modern lamentation might have moved? But with a rearward following Tybalt's death, 'Romeo is banishèd'--to speak that word Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banishèd'-- There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.

I would focus on your Queen role. I know from experience that she's a lot of fun, and maybe you use a few lines from it, followed by the audience reaction, followed by whatever crossed your mind off-stage, whether it's "crap, I messed up" or "yes. I did it" or "hoop skirts are really hot"

There are many reasons why the situation you mention is frowned upon including but not limited to the following:1) There are laws in the United States which proscribe the age of consent at 18; so, this one is a no-no. 2) It is assumed that a 17 year girl is not emotionally, mentally ,or psychologically as mature as a man in his 20s and as such would be taken advantage of. The reverse is not held in the same regard. 3) Your examples, while true , pertain to a different era in man's history. Change is a constant in man's evolution so times reflect current thinking at least in this country. There are parts of the world today where relationships between men and women with large age variations still occurs. I will admit that there appears to be some double standards at work currently in how the issue is viewed( younger men are supposed to be happy when seduced or taken advantage of by older women)and the reaction it generates. But for the most part, the rules are for the better.

I would focus on your Queen role. I know from experience that she's a lot of fun, and maybe you use a few lines from it, followed by the audience reaction, followed by whatever crossed your mind off-stage, whether it's "crap, I messed up" or "yes. I did it" or "hoop skirts are really hot"