If I Want People To Hear What I Say, I Need To Keep Talking

I don't know that I'm coming here with any sort of idea or interesting post. What I do know is that I want to be more consistent with my blog posts, and even just starting a post is liable to turn into something interesting, what with the way the ADD brain works.

Oh! Here's something ... that I should be doing instead of writing this.
I'll be using two minutes to answer the question, "Where Are We?" on Saturday, April 19th at Schubas. Gaper's Block is presenting its second edition of 20x2, and I can't wait to be a part of it. You can buy tickets here for a mere ten dollars.

Speaking of being on stage, I was talking to a friend last night about improv and performing and how I see all the young people busting ass, trying to make it, and how I wish I wouldn't have let someone's opinion of my situation 12 years ago make me decide that I just wasn't going to do anything, then.

At Second City, there is a very structured process that people go through if they want to be a professional there -- whether it be on the Mainstage or in a touring company or working with our business/corporate side.

You go and take the first level classes, then you audition for the Conservatory. You audition for house ensembles and if you are good enough and the producers like you, you might get picked to go on a group that does comedy on cruise lines or you might be picked to be in one of the national touring companies. After this, you might get picked to be a Second City theatrical revue or put on the Mainstage. After Mainstage, you might possibly, eventually, be plucked out by Lorne Michaels himself and put on SNL as a performer or a writer. It's happened to people that I've had the pleasure of knowing and working with.

I'm not really sure how it was brought up oh so long ago, but I asked someone who is a very well-respected member/faculty of Second City whom I happen to be friends with what my prospects were. He told me that I was "too old," and knowing the structure now, I know what he meant. At 28, I was too old to start the process and think that I'd end up on the Mainstage. You need to start young.

But in my perfect, addled mind, I did nothing. I stopped and didn't even continue to take classes. I regret that. It was not at all his fault; it's just an effect of my completely black/white thinking. Oh, I can't do *this?* Then I won't do anything.

I am trained in the ways of improvisation. I know sketch comedy. I have performed and written both. (Well, not so much the writing of improv.) And I see people doing things I want to do and am just always caught up in the mess of being paralyzed.

So, I am saying it. I want to perform again. I want to write my one-woman show. I want people to see me on the stage and feel like I'm connecting with them -- that they can relate to me and get something from what I'm saying, even if it's the most fickle of currency -- laughter.

I am surrounded by heroes and giants (literally -- there are pictures of them all over the walls), and I have had the honor of working with some really amazing people over the years through my various endeavors. But it's time to stop wishing and navel gazing, and time to start doing. Time to grab my piece of the pie and get out there. Time to start being brave.

Well, I told you if I started talking, we'd get somewhere. And here we are.

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