Post show sigh

My Second City class just did a Conservatory 3 show. It’s a show comprised of Second City sketches selected by the teacher. There were a lot of rehearsals, working on scenes until they worked, pushing up against things that didn’t. I loved every minute of it.

When I’m in rehearsal, I’m at peace because there’s no place that I’d rather be.

And watching my troupe – the Chemists – at the start of a scene and see it grow into something magically funny. We had the fortune of having a great teacher/director – Sandy Jobin-Beavens.

I got to do a monologue where I was a waitress with a southern accent. The accent was the easiest part – finding the timing, playing with the words…and it’s just a memory. A beautiful moment in time.