Ah...
...It’s been a long day. I’ve been running errands and showering to stay cool. The last time I was in the shower, I was thinking about a try-out that I screwed up. I was doing stand up and had been doing it long enough to be pretty confident...certainly I knew what I was doing. I felt so sure of myself that I started going to auditions and stuff like that.
Besides, when you ‘re doing that kind of thing, you meet a lot of people and they’re all doing the auditions so you just sort of go along.
I mentioned that I worked with a lot of black comics...one black friend of mine took me to a Robert Townsend audition. I didn’t even know who he was before that...but I learned quickly. I was sitting in the bleachers watching the auditions, thinking that I would do fine.
When it was my turn to try out, I went up there and did my bit. I did well enough that he asked me to do more...THAT possibility never dawned on me. When I filled the form out, I didn’t put down improv, although I have done it. But I did it every Monday night and I had a stage full of people with me. We played off of each other, I never though of improv as a solo thing. Anyway, he didn’t just want me to improvise on my own...he gave me the topic.
I could have handled it just talking and seeing where I went with that...but I wasn’t at all prepared for what he had asked, “You’re in charge of a large train station and you have the archangels working for you....now, tell them what to do.”
I mumbled like an idiot up there. Next.
That’s what I get for doing well...I’ve thought of a million things since then that I could have said, but what the hell good does that do me now?
Looking back, I should have just bitched at him. That would have put me in a place that I am familiar with, being a bitch.
Yeah, we know when we do it...I recognized the PMS thing early. If I was buying feminine products today, chances were pretty good that I had argued with someone yesterday. Like I’ve said before, I remember feeling rather cheated if I couldn’t provoke someone into a bickering match. Hormones are, indeed, a potent horde of substances.
Oh, I just noticed that the backwards Seinfeld is on....gotta run.
See ya soon!
Meg
...It’s been a long day. I’ve been running errands and showering to stay cool. The last time I was in the shower, I was thinking about a try-out that I screwed up. I was doing stand up and had been doing it long enough to be pretty confident...certainly I knew what I was doing. I felt so sure of myself that I started going to auditions and stuff like that.
Besides, when you ‘re doing that kind of thing, you meet a lot of people and they’re all doing the auditions so you just sort of go along.
I mentioned that I worked with a lot of black comics...one black friend of mine took me to a Robert Townsend audition. I didn’t even know who he was before that...but I learned quickly. I was sitting in the bleachers watching the auditions, thinking that I would do fine.
When it was my turn to try out, I went up there and did my bit. I did well enough that he asked me to do more...THAT possibility never dawned on me. When I filled the form out, I didn’t put down improv, although I have done it. But I did it every Monday night and I had a stage full of people with me. We played off of each other, I never though of improv as a solo thing. Anyway, he didn’t just want me to improvise on my own...he gave me the topic.
I could have handled it just talking and seeing where I went with that...but I wasn’t at all prepared for what he had asked, “You’re in charge of a large train station and you have the archangels working for you....now, tell them what to do.”
I mumbled like an idiot up there. Next.
That’s what I get for doing well...I’ve thought of a million things since then that I could have said, but what the hell good does that do me now?
Looking back, I should have just bitched at him. That would have put me in a place that I am familiar with, being a bitch.
Yeah, we know when we do it...I recognized the PMS thing early. If I was buying feminine products today, chances were pretty good that I had argued with someone yesterday. Like I’ve said before, I remember feeling rather cheated if I couldn’t provoke someone into a bickering match. Hormones are, indeed, a potent horde of substances.
Oh, I just noticed that the backwards Seinfeld is on....gotta run.
See ya soon!
Meg
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