The Absotively Posilutely Last Improv Show

17 Mar

It had come at last.

The day he had looked forward to and regretted with equal fervor.  Time to unstrap the spikes from his brain.  Time to remove the thinking cap from his head.  Take his dreams, silly stories and esoteric jokes and put them in a spacework locker.  It was time to bid farewell to these crazy-ass whiz-bangs who exploded all over the stage in pursuit of laughs and applause.

These jolly Imps would join all the others who had once played with wit and madness in that little space with nary a script in sight. They were all connected by golden creative threads that stretched through time and space.

They would always be connected.

Somewhere Viola Spolin would smile as they went onto their lives as writers, lawyers, scientists and nurses – on stages far greater than this shabby Little-Theater-That-Could. Although when the light was just right and they had an amazing intuitive moment, even a cynic could see the golden thread shining.

But for the moment they were rushing around, in an awfully silly way, to end a very dramatic story. Their weird moves and random noises linked them to the first storytellers who came down from the trees and left the other not-so-great apes behind.

The dance ended, and they joined hands in a clumsy but endearing bow.  The audience rose as one.  They made a noise like the ocean in a storm.  Then the Imps pointed to a man with impossibly white hair and a laugh like a not-so-great ape.  He gave a de nada bow.

And that, as they say, was that.


2 Responses to “The Absotively Posilutely Last Improv Show”

  1. Jamie March 17, 2011 at 4:04 PM #

    I miss watching IMP shows. I wish I had a perfect memory and a time machine. And a private jet.

  2. Grant Harvey July 14, 2012 at 4:28 PM #

    Ah! Beautiful!

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