I went to the improv jam. Afterwards, I was talking with one of the class guru and admitted I had a blog. Now I feel obligated to talk about improv in case he decides to read this. So here we go.
On Monday I got a nice form email telling me that I was not selected to go into Theatresports. I got it in the morning and shrugged. I expected it. What was surprising was that for the next few hours I felt depressed. Which is silly, because I don’t deserve to be on stage. Yet.
I think I learned a bit at the audition. I noticed that I was placing others in trouble instead of myself. I did it again tonight. When I broke the fine china, I blamed it on my brother and sent him off to the aquarium to escape our parents. I should have taken the blame. But I realize that I’ve done something wrong and I need to work on it.
Later that class I had an idea to play a father upset that his son had colored his hair blue. I stopped, and switched it around. I played the son with the blue hair. And we ended up with the start of what could have been a good scene. (I think I gagged it though.) But afterwards I felt good. It was liberating. I could get myself into trouble and be the center of attention. And I did the right thing.
I have room to improve, but I know what to work on.
Of course, when I went to Chimprov yesterday and saw the 25 trading cards of all the improvisers, four of them were people I had gone to class with.