My whole life I've been in love with comedy. I always wanted to do something with comedy. As a kid, I used to host my talk show with my mirror. I loved doing this. I used to record myself as a radio host doing interviews and introducing songs. I loved it.
In high school I took "communications." Basically, the class before they would let you on the TV. My stuff sucked. It knocked the wind out of me. I guess that's why I didn't try the improv troop in college or do anything. else.
Then in college I sort of got the wind back in my sails and found some self confidence, the general type, and was more vocal in class and with my friends again. I'll never forget the day our professor said, "when you have your own show, "Life with Lauren" you can talk all you want but now we're doing Oncology." (Or something to that effect.) I was very shocked. Someone else saw that in me. Most people were like, "you want to be a comedian? You?" Which most certainly didn't help.
I actually tried acting in a play recently. I was at a thing where I was sharing Reiki and other people were sharing other things and this girl I just met that I was sort of enamored with said she was doing this play. I said I wanted to be involved. I wanted to act but I assumed there was no chance. Well, turned out there was a chance. I had a small part, but a main one none the less. I played a woman giving birth. . . in a church. (Not giving birth in a church, the play was in the church.)
It was incredible. I remembered everything I'd ever learned from interviews with actors and comedians. I remembered that most people get stage freight. Even professionals. I panicked looking around. Took a deep breath. And a delivered. What a rush. I loved it. It was awesome, but kind of sad too. I could have done this. I could have been in plays in high school and I could've tried my hand at improv in college. But I didn't. I let fear control me. But I also was super charged and decided I wanted more, even if it was too late to be Angelina Jolie.
I found an improv to sketch class in Syracuse. It was being taught by one of the actors in Kid's in the Hall. OMG. I got so charged. I had to do it. No matter what the cost. I signed up. Not less than 24 hours later, I was in a full on panic. I decided to look and see if there was a Facebook event so I could see the other people going. Ya know, soothe myself with their inexperience. Well, that was a bad idea. Some of them were even standing in front of a red carpet backdrop. Now, they weren't Angelina type red carpets (I mean, she isn't even funny) but it became obvious that they'd done some of these things. That I might be the least experienced person there.
Well, then I realized that I had been looking at the "maybe" list and not the "going" list. Though it only got marginally better when I looked at those profiles. But I'm going to do it, as terrified as I am right now. So, tomorrow morning, I will be in a room with at least one radio personality (he posted something about doing the class), a handful of people that at least do improv as amateurs in Syracuse, and god knows what other amateur actors in a classroom attempting to not be the cog that slows down the machine of my group. I'm glad I have a 3 hour car ride in the morning to sit and be anxious. But even if I am the slow cog, I'm going to do this. And I will be better off for it. And take one more step toward an old dream I had given up on long ago.
Oh did I mentioned we're also performing our sketches to open for this guy later?