Someone who is honest about why they’re doing improv. I hate it, but at least they’re upfront.

Favorite quotes:

“I also sincerely hope that my stint on a Harold Team will be brief owing to the fact that Allison Jones comes to UCB one night, discovers me, introduces me to Judd Apatow allowing me to one day wax poetic with James Lipton about my brief but ever so imprortant time as an improv artist.”

“I’m not playing with my career and I only take classes from a major higher echelon organizations.”

“Once you get a few classes under your belt and you understand the game of improv.”

“Per the request of former UCB classmates and friends I joined an improv group. And then, 3 days later I had my first improv show.”

“‘Will I do it again?’ you may ask… I am comfortable tipping the scale at Yes”

theotherlagirl:

Improv out in LA is much like improv in many big entrainment hubs. There are the major groups that teach classes. Typically the teachers are funny people you see peppered throughout primetime and late night comedies. There are the unknown groups that teach classes. Which I don’t know a lot about because I’m not playing with my career and I only take classes from a major higher echelon organizations. Once you get a few classes under your belt and you understand the game of improv you may choose to do nothing with this information, or form a group and preform around town. For the past 2 years I’ve s-l-o-w-l-y matriculated through 3 levels of classes at UCB. I had fun, but I didn’t go to the school because I wanted to be the next big improv star. Rather, on breakdowns I kept seeing “improv training a must” and “please list improv group” and as much as I’d like the one college course I took that mentioned Del Close near the end of the semester and the 3 weeks I joined a fledging improv group my junior year, I knew in my heart it wouldn’t impress many casting directors. And so - last week, per the request of former UCB classmates and friends I joined an improv group. And then, 3 days later I had my first improv show (that was in no way affiliated with my class performance.) “How did it go?” you may ask. I can honestly say on a scale from Gallagher to Radner I was comfortable not that close to Gallagher. Don’t look directly in his eyes. It’s where comedy goes to die. According to friends I did initiate a few fun games and some laughs that were no way related to the way I looked or smelled. Which to me is a bonus. “Will I do it again?” you may ask. I can honestly say on a scale from No to Yes I am comfortable tipping the scale at Yes. My sincere hope is one day I will both have the guts and the chops to audition for an official Harold Team. I also sincerely hope that my stint on a Harold Team will be brief owing to the fact that Allison Jones comes to UCB one night, discovers me, introduces me to Judd Apatow allowing me to one day wax poetic with James Lipton about my brief but ever so imprortant time as an improv artist.

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