Yesterday evening, I went out to see my friends’ improv show. It had been a month since I last saw them onstage: they only perform once a month these days, which might explain why. In other words, I’m still incredibly faithful, they are the ones who failed on the relationship (it used to be a weekly affair, you see). And they also failed to warn about one crucial thing: out of the 4 improvisers onstage last night, I only knew 2. How could they do this to me, hire people without me knowing?!
If you think I’m overreacting, a) I am, b) I still could/should have been made aware. You see, the founders of the group are old college friends of mine, and I’ve been to their very first show almost ten years ago. And I’m friends with most of the current and former group members — the ones I’m not friends with, I’m great friends with. And, starting this fall, my own brother (re-)joined the group and has been training with them. I’m now waiting for his onstage comeback, which could come as soon as next month, if he doesn’t fuck this up (no pressure). At least I would know him…
The greatest part of all of this is that the 2 new faces yesterday… were fucking great! As one of them got on stage, my brother, who was sitting next to me in the audience (in preparation, I assume) whispered in my hear: “This guy is amazing…”. And amazing he was, stealing scenes left and right, even though he clearly didn’t have as much experience with this lot as the two veterans did. And the other new guy was not bad either: he came up with some of the funniest lines in the show, including the last one (spoiler: he hanged himself; you had to be there, it was funny).
As we got out of the theater and into the bar, I made the (formal) acquaintance with the new guys: turns out the latter one has 10 years of improv under his belt already… and the other one is a professional comedian. AND NO ONE TOLD ME.
That’s it: I’m boycotting the show. Until next month.