It was very difficult for me as the young boys, who did think they were men, behaved like misbehaving boys around me, got so many wrong ideas what is a woman and specially an old one! To the end, we had difficult communication. Even, after I begun to use, from time to time, their language.
|It was them. And me. Here, I am taking the picture|
With my small camera, I made of them and then went between them and one of the "man" took a picture with me between the others.
What was my surprise when I got home to look at the picture!
|Guess which one shows his naked backside in the original photo|
The one all in right with his black coat.
What to do? I had to cut it in half in vertical, cut out all of us from middle down. But I did it! Finished the 8 week afternoon workshop and learned.
What a memory indeed! I got my certificate and looking back, I realize how much I learned. Not only communicating with a Standup Audience but with anyone different then me. Between all of them, only the one near me went to continue Standup and once he was competing when I was too. As I was more authentic, the public choose me as the winner.
Let me finish with my best teacher giving me the certificate at the end of our showcase.
Yes, I was tired but so satisfied. I survived. I gigged and all the audience did laugh. My first showcase was a success. More: I learned from it! Even learned that some last minute improvisations added work very well. Suddenly I am transported at Pirate Castle, hear the noise the laughter, see the public. It was wonderful.