Is that all I talk about these days? Improv. This is twice in a row.
Previously, I have had improv classes on Monday. I don’t like them then. I seem to have gotten less sleep and I’m cranky. Snarky even. I stay up too late on Sunday, because it’s a day off and I figure I can, then I have to jump right into the weekday schedule and I’m shot.
So, Tuesdays good. Except today I screwed up. My parents are visiting this Friday, so I was up late trying to get the place in order. Still not done, and lots to do. The main area looks nice though.
I thought the improv class would be bad. I was out of it almost all day, and I was dreading the class tonight. But I zoned out for fifteen minutes and accepted that I hadn’t had enough sleep. It wasn’t blissful unconsciousness, but I guess it was good enough. I perked up and I was pretty functional for the rest of the day.
And the class tonight was awesome. I felt I was doing good scenes. Now I don’t feel bad that I missed the annual general meeting for my condo. In fact there was one I was dreading that I did okay on. We were tasked to do an improvised scene completely by ourself, with no input from anyone. When an audience member doesn’t like what they are seeing, they get up and leave, until you are left with no one. The problem is that you have a tendency to think up a scene beforehand. I was getting an entire play coming through before I went up.
Then I was honest, and ditched it and tried something else. The teacher had inspired me by saying it was okay to fail. So I made my attempt. People left, but I was told what they didn’t like. Now I want to try that scene again but with the improvements suggested to me. I believe I’m going to be on stage this Sunday, so I think I might be able to work it in. Unfortunately, there would be a good chance my aforementioned parents would be in the audience.