Level two starts tonight. My improv class. I am no longer a beginner, although in the grand scheme of Chicago Improv I am quite the beginner.
The first class is always so hard. New people. New expectations. New teacher. It brings out the wallflower in me, for sure. At least a couple people from level one will be in the class, so I won’t be totally alone.
Breath in, breath out. Brush my teeth. Go to class.
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