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This week I had my sixth Improv show. But unlike the previous five - which were all class graduation shows - this was a real deal show. One I was asked to be in. One on the theater's main stage, with a slot on the theater's schedule, one where tickets were required for admission.
It was like, you know, legit, and stuff.
I don't think it was my best performance ever, but I think it went ok. I'm trying to let go of the need for perfection and (as previously mentioned) comparison, and just focus on the fact that I showed up. Because - hey! That's something, you know?
I stood on a stage in front of an audience. I participated. I even did an edit, an initiation, and several walk-ons (Improv terms I don't expect you to understand, but understand this: they're hard for me and I usually avoid them.) I tried. I gave it a go. I had fun. I WAS IN A SHOW!
So we'll call that success, for now.
Guess what else? My friend MadDawg made the trek down from Boston to attend the show, which made the evening extra fun.
Does it get better?
Yup. I've got plane tickets to Europe next month.
Details forthcoming once my head stops swimming.