Despite the occasional residual cough, I am, for all intents and purposes (not to be confused with “all intensIVE purposes” which my sister insists on saying…), back to good health, and just in time for dress week of our show. For better or for worse, I am reminded, when sick, just how much my sense of identity is attached to my voice. I feel terribly un-whole when I can’t sing.
But happy days are here again, voice is cooperating, no longer feeling un-whole, and I’m really excited to open our show. We had our first kind of mock audience tonight and they laughed! Hooray! I’ve come to learn, though it never gets easier, that when doing comedy there is always a period of about a week after you’ve finished blocking but before you’re in dress week, when all the jokes have lost their novelty, no one’s laughing and suddenly gripping everyone in the show is the terror that oh-my-god-our-show-is-not-funny. Nevertheless, like always, we get an audience and the fear begins to melt away, confidence is regained and our collective comedic ego is restored. This has indeed been the case for UCR, and I’m happy to report that we have a show. A very funny one.
