The Power of Improv (Or, a Continuation of How I Justify Making Up Damn Near Everything in My Life as I Go Along): Part 3
A quick rewind as we move into the third significant “yes, and” moment: Late February of 2019, the local community theater had auditions for a musical called “Hands on a Hardbody” (my overenthusiastic review of that will surface eventually). But what’s more, I actually suggested to the theater that they look into this show last year. AND THEY DID AND DECIDED TO DO IT. I WAS SO DAMN EXCITED, IT’S OBSCENE. I realized one night, after debating whether or not to try out and ultimately deciding to do so, that I could not be in this show—my vacation time fell during the last weekend of shows. I was disappointed. I was frustrated. I was surprised at how much it aggravated me. Finally, I came to the conclusion that even if I couldn’t be IN the show, I would find a way to be as involved as humanly possible. I showed up to auditions and explained my position to the director, who, for some reason, just sorta nodded and was like, “Yeah, that’s cool, rehearsal starts next week, see you