Tonight we had our first set as a group! We performed in a bar on N. Lincoln called The Horseshoe to a handful of people, including the Executive Director of the Chicago Improv Festival. (As I have aspirations of our group getting into CIF next year - mostly so we can reunite and have fun together again - I was hoping we would knock his socks off. Spoiler alert: We didn't...yet. He did, however, catch me taking a photo of my boobs with my phone, so at least there is that.)
Most folks seemed to have fun during our set, so that was important. But, no, it wasn't our finest set ever. Granted, "barprov" feels like hard work. But still, I had hoped we would hit it a little farther out into the field. We didn't suck. Definitely not. There was a TON of agreement and joy and yes-anding...but maybe not so much listening and trusting the people on stage to let the scene grow and breathe. We were nervous. It's okay. Better to get this set out of the way now than later in the week when we have not one but two sets at Second City. On Friday, we're at the "Midnight Melt," or something like that, at one of the training center theaters there at, of course, midnight. And on Saturday at 10:30 opening up for a show at the training center's de Maat Studio Theatre.
More performance, more better. Feed my monkey. Feed my monkey.
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