It’s called ‘committment to the scene,’ fool.
February 25th, 2004 | by Scott Jennings |The author, standing against the back wall of the DSI Training Center in Carrboro, NC:
The author, taking one step to the right:
See, this is what happened: it was a Mister Diplomat rehearsal about a month ago, and we were running a Harold (a longform improvisation developed by Del Close in Chicago). Jen O’Bryan and Greg Brainos were doing a scene where Jen was the mayor visiting Greg as the fire chief in the firehouse. The scene had a running gag where every time Greg picked up a piece of firefighting equipment, I would enter and ask if there was a fire. Well, on the third iteration of that pattern, Greg had picked up his firehose, I walked in, and he turned it on and pointed it at me. Yes, I know it was a mimed firehose, thank you, but the force of that mimed firehose sent me flying backwards and into the wall, resulting in a hole. Porter stopped the Harold, because it basically sucked up until that point, but it sure would have been fun to call back the hole.
I will continue to insist that I wasn’t actually flying backwards that forcefully, that I just happened to hit the wall in a weak spot, and it could have happened to anyone. And I will continue to insist that you believe that.
The author, perhaps a little too proud of his accomplishment:
The hole has been repaired, but the memory lives on here.
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