On Saturday there was an all day improv class. Overall, it went well. But there was a part that didn’t.
We were doing a longer-form improv set in a Jane Austen novel. I was the dashing stableboy who was in love with the woman of high society. It was a good play. However, the notes given afterwards said that I did a terrible job of showing love for the girl.
I plead guilty. I had the same note at the last class. I really can’t portray love, or interest in a girl.
I was hoping the real acting class I’m taking would help with this. But that class hasn’t taught me much about portraying emotions. Instead we try and get into the head of the characters and act like they would. Which doesn’t help when you have nothing to base the portrayal off of.
I need more practice with women. Fortunately this seems to be happening. A week before, I went with a friend to New City. She wanted to go to look at the goth people, and try out some semi-goth clothing she had. I’ve been there before so I was the guide. (Not that I totally feel welcome there.)
It was actually a very nice experience. She has a boyfriend, so there was no pressure to try and make a good impression and I could just be myself. (Yeah, I know that’s what I’m always supposed to do. And I will say that plan looks good on paper.)
We spent the time looking at people and commenting. There are always interesting costumes to look at. When she was pondering the structural support of a piece of clothing (more a lack thereof) for someone’s breasts, I was more than happy to ogle and offer my opinion. (They do dress kind of slutty down there.)
It was a nice way to boost confidence.