|Playa Tom, courtesy of Giphy.com|
|Ask for the "Honey Bastard."|
It's not on the menu but will rock your socks off.
And Improvisers like audiences. Approval by other humans scratches the twisted itch on a performer's back. No air quotes here because most improvisers I know are confident and actually call themselves "performers." But support is paramount, as we all should know. Especially in the theater. We like people laughing. And improvisers who practice and/or do shows consistently learn to tune out the audience, and for good reason. I do, at least. It's taken a while to receive this gift (#ImprovPun FTW!) but listening to dialogue, remembering characters and details, timing edits, and thinking of ways to heighten a scene is of higher priority than wondering why Tony in the second row isn't smiling. Producing a good show is important. We auditioned to make YOUTH GROUP, my Ewing troupe, therefore it's my job to do stuff that is righteous. (#ImprovPun FTW again!) I've learned to be present while thinking of what's next thanks to months spent in Deep Ellum. I've formed an on and off switch when it comes to improv; tonight was an example of it having no shortages. And being able to do this, let alone enjoy it, is weird to me for some reason. This challenging game of thinking two different thought processes, simultaneously, is an addiction. Only worst case scenario here is I'll end up on another troupe, not rehab in Arizona.
|Kelly & I doing Park City this past March.|
|Us before my first Ewing show ever.|