Saturday morning I was a sex-obsessed toddler with Tourette's. And a ballerina. And a member of a hip-hop dance crew. As well as a panicking airline pilot and a sad, homicidal, ultimately suicidal cruise ship clown.
Because I went to my first improv workout. My friend, with whom I took a class last year (and for whom I subbed thus past week, more on that later) has a group who gets together every Saturday morning to improvise, and I was able to join them today.
MAN, was it fun! The group consists of of folks who have a lot of experience and A LOT of talent, so it forces one to up one's game quite a bit. It's very physical, often confusing , and always, always entertaining and enjoyable. And I will go whenever I can. Which, I hope, will be every Saturday. :)
Let me tell you about Wednesday, when I subbed her Acting 1 class. I was
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO nervous! As I may have mentioned, I hadn't taught a class like that in about 15 years. And y'know what? It was just like riding a bike. It all came back to me, like I'd never left it. The students were FANTASTIC, and we all had a great night.
I'd like to do THAT. Work with adults, whether they're professionals, thinking about becoming professionals, or just doing it for fun.
I wonder of it might be something I can set up around here, outside of the city, where there is a dearth of acting classes for adults. There may be folks who don't wish to, or can't, travel into the city, but are still interested in learning. I may propose a class to our local rec center and see what happens...
And perhaps I could coach. I mean, why the heck not? I've met with PLENTY of coaches who are, quite honestly, horrible. I have a lot of experience and, if I may be so bold as to say, quite a lot to offer.
In the meantime, I will keep writing (when I have time. Difficult during summer vacation...) and finding my way out of the self-created Box O' Fear I live in.
It's work, but definitely worth it.