burtlo

Last night ended the 201 series of Improvisational Acting instruction at Jet City.

I passed.

I did not study for the final exam, the showcase this past Sunday. Preparation involved me waking up at 3PM, eating a bowl of cereal, and taking a shower.

A large number of attendees packed the theater. It was appreciative and quite possibly enabling - we had reached success. While my 'corner', Martha and Lisa, fit the featherweight category, they more than made up for it with their suggestions' sting: Airplanes; Sex Kittens; and Bloody Sock.

I participated in three events. When I receive a copy of the performance I will likely YouTube it.

The first event the four of us regaled the audience with a story about an airplane attendant in a declining market that later went on to open her own airline service. Serving all-you-can-eat peanuts and eventually manufacturing her planes out of large peanuts made of penguin feces.

The second event I hammed up quite a bit. Taking the initiative to lay out first on the beach I barked for my mimosa. What entailed was a brief spat between lovers, a waitress serving and insulting me, some authority figure bringing a close to my drinking, and then a quick escape as my lover parted the ocean with a fun dance.

The third event I said one serious line that immediately got a laugh. I was sent to the end of the line.

I will miss my cohort of performers. We will likely never fill the same space again in our lifetimes. And while I am not immediately feeling sappy, there is a strong sense that I will never forget the energy we created from our improvisational friction. They were by far, exquisite people to take the stage with that night.

I told myself: It was 'a' performance, not 'the' performance. As my future has more in store for me.