Dungeonesque
Had a great Comedysportz workshop last night!
We did another mock show, and I didn't feel as though I was a deer caught in the headlights the entire time. The fact that we had an audience of 1 probably didn't hurt, hard to get any serious stage fright when there's only 1 set of eyes on you, (and a non-threatening set at that) but still I felt pretty good about it all and all.
I even had to sing twice (who's fault was that anyway?? grrrr [I'm fierce!!!]) and it wasn't too abysmal. (truth be told I'm actually kinda proud of the spagettios song)
I still couldn't do an accent to save my life, (good thing that's never gonna be an issue, huh? Just imagine it for a moment, a dark dungeonesque room, a nondescript figure, [dressed entirely in black of course] harshly whispering "speak as if you are from France, if you value your life" yeah, that's gonna happen) my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad attempt at french came out sounding more like er...well...who knows what the heck it sounded like, but it certainly wasn't anything even remotely resembling french. (the most embarassing part of this is that I actually used to be able to do a french accent, years ago, not a good one mind you, but still....) I even took a couple of terms of french in college (maybe I should have spent a little more of that study time actually learning something, and a little less kissing my "tutor") if there was an accent I could do, this would be it, oh bother.
Alrighty, I promised ya'll something inane, and boy did I deliver, the good news is I managed to use the word "dungeonesque" in a sentence, you don't get to do that every day. (or at least I don't, and I'm OK with that. If you somehow manage to use the word "dungeonesque" in a sentence every day, just going about your business as usual, you might want to re-examine your lifestyle choices, I just don't see how that could be healthy)
We did another mock show, and I didn't feel as though I was a deer caught in the headlights the entire time. The fact that we had an audience of 1 probably didn't hurt, hard to get any serious stage fright when there's only 1 set of eyes on you, (and a non-threatening set at that) but still I felt pretty good about it all and all.
I even had to sing twice (who's fault was that anyway?? grrrr [I'm fierce!!!]) and it wasn't too abysmal. (truth be told I'm actually kinda proud of the spagettios song)
I still couldn't do an accent to save my life, (good thing that's never gonna be an issue, huh? Just imagine it for a moment, a dark dungeonesque room, a nondescript figure, [dressed entirely in black of course] harshly whispering "speak as if you are from France, if you value your life" yeah, that's gonna happen) my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad attempt at french came out sounding more like er...well...who knows what the heck it sounded like, but it certainly wasn't anything even remotely resembling french. (the most embarassing part of this is that I actually used to be able to do a french accent, years ago, not a good one mind you, but still....) I even took a couple of terms of french in college (maybe I should have spent a little more of that study time actually learning something, and a little less kissing my "tutor") if there was an accent I could do, this would be it, oh bother.
Alrighty, I promised ya'll something inane, and boy did I deliver, the good news is I managed to use the word "dungeonesque" in a sentence, you don't get to do that every day. (or at least I don't, and I'm OK with that. If you somehow manage to use the word "dungeonesque" in a sentence every day, just going about your business as usual, you might want to re-examine your lifestyle choices, I just don't see how that could be healthy)