Paige Cooper self-identifies as a librarian when speaking to strangers. She writes tiny lies at @paigesaracooper. Paige has joined Montreal Improv recently, this is her series about starting out. Photo by Joseph Ste-Marie.
We all feel love like this
The first time I played the game – what do we call it? The Directing Game? – where one person sits and tells a story, and the other person acts it out, I drew a blank. A story – a structure, a character, hopefully some jokes – out of nothing? My actor was looking at me. A purple dog leash. “You’re walking your dog,” I said. My actor complied. “You’re walking to the park,” I said. “You see your neighbour. You … have a feeling about her.” My actor was bored. I knew he was bored when I said, later, “Your mother calls,” and he threw his phone out the car window. I laughed, hunkered down, and kept going. I didn’t know how to make the story more exciting to him or me. My tepid little plot trailed forgettably off.