I feel so good coming out of that class. Tonight someone asked me why I don't get up and do scenes, and my reply was that I can't critique them if I'm IN them, which is true, but I learn so much more by WATCHING them and analyzing them. I don't want to sound cocky, but sitting there doing the critical (and constructive) deconstruction of a scene is almost like being in the scene myself. I try to find all of the options, all of the "could have"s, and all of the possibilities. My mind races as if I was part of the scene, but all the while I'm also holding on to 'notes' to give afterwards. It's invigorating for my brain. Like it just ran a 10K or something. I'm sure, if you could see it, I've totally got a washboard brain. A six pack like you would not believe. Or whatever the brain equivalent of that is. :)
"I predict that you will soon receive an invitation to begin building a skill you have always been destined to master" is what was told to me days before I was offered the opportunity to join the Touring Company at the Improv Asylum. Sometimes I doubt my 'mastery' of these things, but not on Sunday nights. Not after giving myself over to the knowledge and information and understanding that sometimes I'm not even aware that I have, and letting it out to share it with others. It is a truly awesome thing to participate in, and I'm damn lucky to have the opportunity.