Sunday, January 28, 2018

28/Serial

"Eileen. Tell them my name is Minet." (Pronounced Minay, but I always envisioned it spelled Minet.) "Tell them I'm a belly dancer—a famous belly dancer—from Istanbul. I don't speak English. You're my translator. You want to show me American college life."

In a way it was like doing improv—something we'd never heard of in 1961. There was no rehearsal, no script. We had to walk in and become those characters. But in improv you just have to act like someone; you don't have to convince the audience you really traveled 5,000 miles to get there.

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