The Point of Dis-ment

I am disappointed in the turn my Adult Improv class has taken.  Every week, fewer and fewer folks are attending.  Last night- three.  I am enjoying the class, but if there aren't sufficient numbers to effectively do the class, we'll have to disband.  Sure that'll free up my Monday nights, but I need the growth.  I would much prefer the others to return over a refund.  As I said...disappointed.

I'm proving a little bit

I had a tough time at improv class last night.  I just couldn't find "the groove".  From feedback, I think I was trying to be funny instead of just being.  You know- trying to come up with that zinger, that top laugh, the climax to the scene.  That made me less generous and less genuine...a fatal combination.  I got into this class to push myself and improve as an actor, not just to do improv.  I'm glad to say I'm being stretched.  I hope I'm getting better.

This Friday is the read-through for "Nevermore".  I'm excited and a little anxious.  I haven't really stretched my acting muscles in a while. Not only that, but this is an entirely new group of people.  New dynamics; new expectations; new egos to match my own sometimes overstretched one.  Saturday I'll post an analysis of the sitch.