I suck at improv.
Tonight was rehearsal for this Saturday’s edition of Fandom: The Hunger Games. We spent most of the time talking about the show (it’s format heavy). Then we did a few practice games/exercises near the end.
I took part in a “Hesitation Debate,” which is where two improvisers debate a subject, occasionally getting random words from the audience that they must incorporate into their speech.
And I sucked at it.
My speech was unfocused and uncommitted and borderline racist. And instead of recommitting and powering through, I winked and guffawed and told my cast mates I wasn’t focused. Lame excuse.
In my 18 months of improv, I’ve experienced a roller coaster of ego. When, after attending my first Improv Mixer, I was cast in three shows/troupes at once, I was King Shit of Improv Mountain. I got cocky. I knew I was the best phenom on the scene. I could barely be touched.
Another time, I was eliminated from three Maestros in a row after the first round. That shattered my ego, and convinced me I was a joke, an imposter, a major noob.
Since then I’ve gone up and down a couple of times, but the highs aren’t as high, and the lows aren’t as low. I’m evening out a bit.
But after tonight, especially in the wake of last week’s show—which was truly excellent and truly didn’t include me—-I feel like a bum steer. I know it’ll pass, and I also know I tend to “turn it on” when it’s showtime.
So I’m not worried. I know I don’t suck. But right now I have to figure out a way to, especially in rehearsal, commit, focus, and connect.
Commit. Focus. Connect.
That said, GO SEE FANDOM!