Finished my workshop yesterday and then last night an actual improv show starring the workshop participants and hosted by me. It was unfuckingbelievable!! Truly theatre magic. The show wrapped up in just under two hours (including intermission) but the audience, including many friends and family, but also about one quarter regular English Theatre of Rome supporters, were cheering for more. Time flies when you’re having fun. It certainly flew for us on stage as well.
Everybody stepped up into their roles, attacked the games, created solid scene work.
I have seen improv shows with people who consider themselves “improvisers” that weren’t half as good as these people. These raw rookies. Of seven only 2 had any experience with improv before. Ever.
As you can imagine I’m feeling quite proud and happy. I was thrilled to be able to get these workshops going, and then as we were trying to get participants I was worried that the workshop wouldn’t fly.
But the workshops flew, and the participants all learned alot, and then displayed all that and then some last night.
I was so excited that I couldn’t sleep for god knows how many hours after I got home. I really felt like I was on some heavy stimulants, and I guess I was, adrenaline, pride and the excitement of possibility.
Only melatonin and the tranquil soothing playstation could get me to finally nod off.
