Black Box

It's 8:30 p.m. on a Tuesday night and I am quite literally standing in the center of a black box. It's a stage actually...a small stage...not quite 6 feet from one end to the other and the walls on all sides are painted black, the curtain (which is rarely ever closed) is black and the rugs on the tiled floor beneath us are black. My mind is racing, as is my pulse...there's no script, I'm completely dependent on the guy standing next to me who looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to utter just one phrase., the phrase that will set our scene and tell us where to go..."You're so....

I freeze...words are firing off in my brain, weird words like incandescent, obstruse, popcorn...cotton ball...none of them words I can really use...some I am not sure are actually words. None of them emotions.. I stand blankly staring at my scene partner who is clearly beginning to hate me...sweat is pooling in my bra, my mouth is dry and finally I say, "You're so intuitive"...Scene partner stares back at me as if to say, "Really, that long...and that's what you come up with!"

Seeing that stage for the first time 4 months ago, my first impression was to... maybe back away slowly...perhaps I could still get a refund... the words "what have I done?" beating a constant tattoo in my brain.

Fast forward approximately 4 months and there are few places I've loved more.

To speed this up a little and make it still more clearer. These days, I'm (as I'm told by my supportive classmates when I doubt myself) a performer of IMPROV...or to be more grammatically correct and wordy, "Improvisational Acting". It probably should be written Improv, but when I think about it, to me it's always IMPROV. It seems to call for capitalization, for import, for fanfare.

How I got here is a story best reserved for another time and place, but the point is...I got here.
Every week, I go to class, perform and I challenge myself a little more, every week I get a little closer to being the person that I always knew was in here, someplace deep down. The kind of person who knows how to play, to have fun, to be funny, to say all of the things that are in my head and never let out.

Sometimes I have to metaphorically shut the old Jill in her cage and remind her that I'll call if I need her. Because there's no room for negativity in IMPROV, we call it blocking...there's no time for the mind-numbing analysis that my brain tends to employ itself with, if your stage-partner says you are an overly optimistic coke-dealer then damn it.. y'are. Earlier on, my fantastic instructors would have to literally say to me, "Jill, you ARE an overly flirty engineer...just go with it!" Then something amazing happened and I began to actually go with it, to let the 'crazy' out, to say the things that are generally in my head, assume the part and it felt good.

And the more I did it, I learned some things, that when you get amongst really creative-minded people, it inspires you to do more, to be more. I learned that when you get past race, when you get past politics or all of the outward trappings of looks and gender, people are just...people. That they have the same fears, the same desire for love and acceptance that we all do.

If you spend enough time reading and analyzing all of the news in the world today, you probably wind up throwing up your hands in despair and thinking that there is no hope for humanity, no common ground achievable . Yet every week I see people come together of all different backgrounds, income levels, and personalities to just have fun together.  We work together to achieve success in this field that we love. You learn to see past yourself and that by making someone else look like a rock star....you often end up feeling like a rock star when they return the favor.

While I, in no way, mean this to imply IMPROV can save the world, it has certainly broadened mine. I would not be so bold as to say we all love each other and sit around singing 'Kumbaya' together. However, it's taught me that when you come together for a common purpose and you start from a position of positivity and acceptance, there's very little that you can't achieve.

Or at the very least, I know that the next time I'm called upon to be a germaphobic hooker, I'll kill it.