The most powerful feeling in the world for improvisers is when a wave of laughter, that we've created, crashes onto the stage where we're performing. The toughest thing for improvisers to do is to let that wave wash over us, maintain the integrity of the scene and stay connected to one another - virtually holding on for dear life.
Time and time again, I see improvisers (new and old) make the decision to let go of the scene, forsake their scene partner and fruitlessly try to make waves alone. And time, and time again, I see improvisers (new and old) drown.
To the untrained eye these deaths are laughable, enjoyable even. However, they make me want to swim in a pool of poop, and dry off with an AIDS towel while being sodomized by Carrot Top.
The thing is, even the best improviser may loose her balance when the wave - that beautiful, life-affirming wave of laughter comes crashing down on her. But as improvisers our commitment to the scene, and our scene partners has to outweigh the impulse to jump ship. Our commitment has to serve as our anchor when the waves get rough.
The thing is, I truly believe that by being steadfast, the ever elusive improvgasm can be achieved. Just stay in the moment, breathe, relax and it will happen. It's worth it. Trust me. This one time I had an improvgasm so hard, I blacked out and woke up on the other side of the fourth wall.
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