AYE ye scurvy pirates! I had a couple really fun scenes in improv last week.
An emotion switching game:
This time I started with masochistic and my partner started with ambitious.
Me: “Cinch up my dress, tighter, tighter! Ouch! MMM! Oh!! I can almost feel my ribs cracking!”
She: “With this dress and my skill as a coach, we are going to win the pageant for sure!” bending down to the floor. “Now which shoes do you want? The one inch heels, the three inch heels, or the 6 inch stilettos?”
Me: “The six inch stilettos!”
She: “They are going to really squeeze your toes, we don’t want this interfering with your ability to walk, we need to win!”
Me: “Squeeze me into those shoes! OH! That really hurts my toes! MM!”
She: Getting pricked by something as she puts on me shoes “Ouch! OH!!”
Me: starting to walk around her, hobbling in my painful shoes. “I’m going to WIN and I don’t care who I have to step on to get there!”
She: still on the ground, “Ouch! You stepped on my finger! … Do it again!”
It went on from there, us switching back and forth for awhile until finally we walked away into our glorious future of Miss America and beyond with me hobbling in my 6 inch painful heels.
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