Mick Napier!! Help Me!! I'm Trapped In My Head!!

This could easily turn into an improv blog, like in its entirety, not just this entry.

You’ve been warned.

Last night Industrial Improv did a very sub-par Harold. There was no audience, and it was not recorded, so maybe it never happened. I am, however, struggling with memories of it and with thoughts that came from it. Ok, so the thoughts were already lamenting. The current struggles come from being forgotten.

Although, after rehearsal, he told me that he thought my character was great and that my beats were ok, Brandon completely forgot my scenes had existed. He ended the Harold before my scene got to play a third beat. Now, I’m not an “improv rules” girl. I definitely do not think that it is imperative that each of the three parts be revisited in the third beats. It would be good, however, if each of the scenarios, or settings, or a character from each could be represented.

My insane, overworked, over-organized, loving mother felt shafted. It was a poor Harold all-around. I thought Jill’s relationship with Kevin, Jason and Jay was fun, and had so much to offer the conclusion of the piece. Stuff happens. We all wanted to get out of there. The second beat was almost “conclusive” enough. Being forgotten would not have been such a thing if I wasn’t questioning my improv abilities so much.

I once thought this was the only thing I’m good at (not true), now I’m not sure if I suck or not (true?). I don’t suck, but good goddesses, some people are so much better at this than I am. I wish I had some money for a class.