Hilariously Improvised

Miss Saigon


What Broadway Musical Do You Belong in?
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Do I? I've never seen that musical; I'm not so quite familiar with it, lol . . . I've heard it was good, though . . .

Improv today was so much fun. We were all given specific challenges to do in these quick little two-person scenes. Take note:
Stewart: Pick a distance and stand that close to that person for the entire scene, or imitate their initial physicality and keep it consistently for the rest of the scene.
Ben: Pretend to be a character from the OC or Dawson's Creek doing Improv. Not pretend to be them; pretend to be them being him, basically, lol . . . or be a guy from a Spanish soap opera/melodrama.
Zach: Be a Shakespearian stage character, or an evil archetype villain.
Danny: Make a noise at the beginning of the scene, or start the scene with an "I am" statment.
Laura: Restate the environment (physically) every time Peter goes "DING" (ha ha, Pavlovian Response System . . . ), or assign a different physical level to every third portion of the stage.
Me: Be a femme fatale from a film noir film, and, later, heighten it to be the femme fatale working for the bad guy.

The twist: When Peter yells, "Heighten that!" to one of us, we had to take the dominant emotion we were just then working and extend that, making it go on and on. It was hilariously fun.

It was absolutely awesome; so much fun. I reminded myself first of my Blair Russell character from our Bond movie. It was similar acting, after all: overdramatic, intense, ridiculous, my pseudo-sexy, lol . . . You know, with the fake-slapping (I tried to hit Stewart in a scene, but he had chosen the distance of far away from me, lol . . . ). Then, when I got evil, I talked about how blood and killing and murdering was a deeper form of sex my villain-lover and I had; then, when Peter yelled "heighten that!" I started panting (and, erm, uh, hyperventilating, lol . . . I thought I was going to faint . . . how very film noir of me, lol . . . ) and shrieking about how I was turned on by the scent of blood, and I reveled the feeling of the gun against their throbbing temples, and as I pulled the trigger the force of the firing through their skull sent orgasms through my body, like the throes of death through them, as well. How very poetic, and very Bellatrix Lestrange-like, lol . . .

Also, nobody knows how many sides a tetrahedron has. It's almost about as good as the time when I defied physics in Improv: "Oh, I'm the light kid on the see-saw; maybe if I move forward, it will tip the scales in my favor!" *People holding me up in the chair above them: "What? Huh? Oh-- yes, and . . . " *Bring me down and lift the other guy up.* Lol . . .

There is a show in Mudd Multipurpose Room at 8:00 on Thursday. Come, or I shall eat your face-- or just excuse you, if you're not in St. Louis, lol . . .

Hilariously Improvised

Miss Saigon


What Broadway Musical Do You Belong in?
brought to you by Quizilla

Do I? I've never seen that musical; I'm not so quite familiar with it, lol . . . I've heard it was good, though . . .

Improv today was so much fun. We were all given specific challenges to do in these quick little two-person scenes. Take note:
Stewart: Pick a distance and stand that close to that person for the entire scene, or imitate their initial physicality and keep it consistently for the rest of the scene.
Ben: Pretend to be a character from the OC or Dawson's Creek doing Improv. Not pretend to be them; pretend to be them being him, basically, lol . . . or be a guy from a Spanish soap opera/melodrama.
Zach: Be a Shakespearian stage character, or an evil archetype villain.
Danny: Make a noise at the beginning of the scene, or start the scene with an "I am" statment.
Laura: Restate the environment (physically) every time Peter goes "DING" (ha ha, Pavlovian Response System . . . ), or assign a different physical level to every third portion of the stage.
Me: Be a femme fatale from a film noir film, and, later, heighten it to be the femme fatale working for the bad guy.

The twist: When Peter yells, "Heighten that!" to one of us, we had to take the dominant emotion we were just then working and extend that, making it go on and on. It was hilariously fun.

It was absolutely awesome; so much fun. I reminded myself first of my Blair Russell character from our Bond movie. It was similar acting, after all: overdramatic, intense, ridiculous, my pseudo-sexy, lol . . . You know, with the fake-slapping (I tried to hit Stewart in a scene, but he had chosen the distance of far away from me, lol . . . ). Then, when I got evil, I talked about how blood and killing and murdering was a deeper form of sex my villain-lover and I had; then, when Peter yelled "heighten that!" I started panting (and, erm, uh, hyperventilating, lol . . . I thought I was going to faint . . . how very film noir of me, lol . . . ) and shrieking about how I was turned on by the scent of blood, and I reveled the feeling of the gun against their throbbing temples, and as I pulled the trigger the force of the firing through their skull sent orgasms through my body, like the throes of death through them, as well. How very poetic, and very Bellatrix Lestrange-like, lol . . .

Also, nobody knows how many sides a tetrahedron has. It's almost about as good as the time when I defied physics in Improv: "Oh, I'm the light kid on the see-saw; maybe if I move forward, it will tip the scales in my favor!" *People holding me up in the chair above them: "What? Huh? Oh-- yes, and . . . " *Bring me down and lift the other guy up.* Lol . . .

There is a show in Mudd Multipurpose Room at 8:00 on Thursday. Come, or I shall eat your face-- or just excuse you, if you're not in St. Louis, lol . . .