This transpired by and by simply a month ago. I took part in a nearby night of storytelling called The Story Project. The topic for the night was Actors, and because I used to be an on-screen character, I was welcome to participate.
More than 38 years back, when I was a youthful on-screen character in Hollywood, I joined a trial theater organization. One night we did an activity called Outer Theater. The assignment was to discover an accomplice and afterward go out into the encompassing network and accomplish something we could never do. It must be a hazard, something outside of our usual range of familiarity.
My accomplice and I chose to go streaking. As it turned out, we did not just go streaking, we got captured by some excessively fanatical cops and got captured… bare.
During that time while I was in Hollywood, I had needed to take a stab at stand-up parody, however, I never felt that I had any great material. In the wake of getting captured bare, I had a feeling that I had something entertaining to work with.
Two or three weeks after the streaking background, I went to an “open mike” night at a parody club and recounted to my streaking story. Nobody chuckled. I attempted it again at another parody club and indeed, nobody snickered. I attempted to utilize that story as parody material at five distinct clubs before I surrendered. I concluded that I simply wasn’t amusing.
During the day, I saw that I was getting restless. I was getting all connected to the enthusiastic states that I had encountered so regularly in Hollywood. The idea of venturing onto that stage and recounting to a similar story that made me feel like a disappointment was making me insane, more than 35 years after the fact. I at long last understood that those parody club encounters had made an enthusiastic injury that had never mended.
Be that as it may, it had neither rhyme nor reason. In my mind, I realized that my streaking story was probably the best and that it had worked before many corporate and affiliation audiences. In any case, in my gut, I felt like a battling 24-year old entertainer. The enthusiastic injury from the parody club disappointments was genuine and present.
That night, when I got to the Story Project theater I began to unwind. I was never again a terrified child in Hollywood attempting to substantiate myself. There would be no Hollywood specialists in the audience hoping to find the following Jim Carrey. I was currently a 62-year old effective grown-up in some other time and spot with nothing to demonstrate to anybody – but to myself.
You should? What story do you have to tell that will recuperate an old uncertain injury? Isn’t there a well-known adage: “Storyteller, mend thyself?” or something to that effect! Be daring and utilize your accounts to recuperate your audiences, and to mend yourself.
Doug Stevenson works with people and associations to enable them to recognize and convey convincing stories that get results. He is the leader of Story Theater International, is the maker of The Story Theater Method and the writer of the book, Doug Stevenson’s Story Theater Method and the Next Level Video eLearning Series.