triumph!

crap--i had such a great, post that the blogger just ate.

Well, basically, my improv teacher told me today during our evals that I 'had it' as an improviser, that i was on the right track and to screw the boys club that is improv. That i was playful and bold and willing to play anything and a good listener and supporter and then another girl noticed how much i'd improved this session. Clearly, not being jet lagged and love lorn helped muchly. Listening=excellent step.

Anywho, im tired but, the most imporant thing he said aside from start being a dick and breaking all the rules onstage--was that I deserve to be up there. Which I had been seriously doubting for the past weeks. I wondered if maybe this was just a huge waste of time and money--because in my 'seriousness', it had stopped being fun. As soon as I gave myself a whallop and remembered why I loved improv to start with, the laughs started a-coming again.

AAANd I was also advised that i had to start being bigger and louder than the biggest and loudest guy on stage. It's mildly ironic, that now i'm living out all of the issues that were discussed in my article on women in improv, but I'm ready to fight for stage time and prescense.

Level 4 awaaayyyy!