How can I possibly explain to you what it was like to enter a completely private and calm scene between a rancher widow Frances and the pastor, take out a gun and shoot the pastor dead without saying anything? How can I describe to you the hysterical shakes I got as I came off stage and the ‘reality’ of what I had done started sinking in? How can I explain the fear, arriving on the ranch and discovering that the rancher widow owned it and she has witnessed my murder?
This is what happened to me, before I got fatally shot by the justice obsessed school teacher, last night, on stage in front of a live audience. And we made the whole thing up. It was radical. Of course there were too many loose ends, and certain things happened that were a little undone, and things got a little over-exposed plot wise, but who cares?
The journey of themed long-form improv has been an extraordinary one, for me, for the group and of course, for our audiences. I can say with total clarity that this is acting and feeling and responding in its most thrilling and rewarding form. It feels like you are hyper-alive, connected electrically with the creative universe. And it is totally addictive. I don’t know how I am ever going to be able to do anything else and love it as much.
Luckily I have three shows left this week. I am going to have to wean myself back into the real world slowly. Really, I am totally confident about recommending that you come and watch this unbelievable magic. Check out Improguise for details for the rest of the week.
