I was 17 the first time I saw improv. Growing up a huge fan of Saturday Night Live in the late 80s and early 90s, I was exposed to comedy. But it wasn’t until I went to the Second City in Chicago during the late 90s that I saw comedy live. At the end of the show, the cast did a fully improvised set and I was mesmerized. As I grew up, I ran into a handful of people that did improv, and hearing their experiences, I always thought, “That sounds awesome, I should try that!”. Being a serial procrastinator, it wasn’t until I was 26 that I finally took the plunge and signed up for Level 1 at Second City in Chicago. There is nothing like the 1st day of improv. It’s exciting and electrifying like the 1st day of school, mixed in with a twinge of nervousness – but without the mean nuns as your teacher. (Oh, you didn’t go to Catholic elementary school in Chicago during the mid-80s? Just me? Alrighty then.) I immediately found that the individuals I met in improv are my kind of people. I’ve found them to be smart, funny, kind, and open. Some are reserved, some are quirky, many are silly, but most importantly, they create an environment where you feel safe to try anything. It’s just such a supportive community. After completing Level 5 (about a year after starting), we had an amazing graduation show and my teacher recommended that I audition for the Conservatory Program at Second City – an advanced, intensive improv program that lasts the better part of a year.
I auditioned. I was not selected. I was heartbroken.
Another 9 months went by.