After making awkward conversation with Tyler and discussing whatever random factoids Gibbs had to offer, our shuttle finally arrived. We all unloaded our things from the bus and hopped on a crammed, little space for the next thirty or so minutes. Although there wasn't much room, that isn't to say that it wasn't a fun ride. Tyler did a good job of confusing the shit out of our driver and his assistant. By talking about a hypothetical chainsaw-bottle-opener he completely lost them in conversation leaving both distraught by the end of the ride.
When we finally arrived in Ames I rushed immediately to the main building in hopes of seeing Assassins, the musical theatre group that left us behind, but I was only able to catch the last three notes of their performance on a projector screen. Now, it was time to start gearing up for improv; the whole reason I was there. I won't get into any of the technical details of my wardrobe change other than where it took place. The only thing I want to say about this is that the bathrooms at ISU are actually pretty amazing. I don't know if this some form of treason saying as I'm an Iowa fan but honestly, they were great. The doors were two-parted swinging doors like what you would see in a western film and once you got into the stall the toilet was like three feet high, my feet were barely touching the ground. Other than that they had some weird looking urinals and the rest was pretty ordinary but I though the stalls were awesome nonetheless.
Lets skip ahead a few hours, about thirty minutes before we performed. We found a warm up room shared by what looked to be a musical theatre group. As usual we planned a few improvs that all seemed to bear some potential. I knew that today our key to success was to make Shane our star. I know that he's a very modest guy, but he is also easily the rock of our group. There's just something about him, whether it be his innocence, wacky-ness or just overall likability the crowd just eats up everything he throws out.
Right before we walked into the room where our crowd and judge would watch us perform, we snuck into an empty warm-up room and had a moment. I cannot discuss what happened there in the 5-10 minutes before our performance but I might add that it was a very special bonding time that solidified our team work and was the driving factor behind our improv.
-see next post for the improv of your lives!!
When we finally arrived in Ames I rushed immediately to the main building in hopes of seeing Assassins, the musical theatre group that left us behind, but I was only able to catch the last three notes of their performance on a projector screen. Now, it was time to start gearing up for improv; the whole reason I was there. I won't get into any of the technical details of my wardrobe change other than where it took place. The only thing I want to say about this is that the bathrooms at ISU are actually pretty amazing. I don't know if this some form of treason saying as I'm an Iowa fan but honestly, they were great. The doors were two-parted swinging doors like what you would see in a western film and once you got into the stall the toilet was like three feet high, my feet were barely touching the ground. Other than that they had some weird looking urinals and the rest was pretty ordinary but I though the stalls were awesome nonetheless.
Lets skip ahead a few hours, about thirty minutes before we performed. We found a warm up room shared by what looked to be a musical theatre group. As usual we planned a few improvs that all seemed to bear some potential. I knew that today our key to success was to make Shane our star. I know that he's a very modest guy, but he is also easily the rock of our group. There's just something about him, whether it be his innocence, wacky-ness or just overall likability the crowd just eats up everything he throws out.
Right before we walked into the room where our crowd and judge would watch us perform, we snuck into an empty warm-up room and had a moment. I cannot discuss what happened there in the 5-10 minutes before our performance but I might add that it was a very special bonding time that solidified our team work and was the driving factor behind our improv.
-see next post for the improv of your lives!!
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