Sometimes it’s just like that. Last night’s TheatreSports just wasn’t any fun for us. I must be honest; the small audience thought it was a good one and really clapped and showed appreciation (although at least half of them were foreign language students with about seven words of Engreesh between them). But I struggled on stage. We struggled. We struggled to communicate and we struggled to listen. Mostly, we struggled to let go of our own agendas and follow somebody else’s idea. This is a cornerstone of improvisation philosophy. Unless you are 100% prepared to give up what you were thinking and go with somebody else’s idea the scene will become a conflict and a power struggle. The whole point is to work to resolve things.
One of the reasons I felt so deflated after last night’s show is because I have had such a great time in the last while teaching improvisation to a variety of different groups. On Sunday morning I coached the members participating in the new TheatreSports improvisation course and we just rocked. I was so inspired and elated with the energy that was in that room. I felt so connected; to the participants, to my work, to my philosophy and to my tiny place in the universe of "making it up". So I suppose it is only natural that I needed to be put in my place a bit last night. And I was. Resoundingly. I’m still bruised from the force. Good thing is, I’ll dust my bum off and get to The Kalk Bay Theatre tonight and try again.