As some of you know, last Saturday I played an improvisation storytelling recital based on the Estonian national epic poem "Kalevipoeg" (the Son of Kalev" in my church.
It's a fascinating story. Towards the end of all the fights and travels the hero Kalevipoeg had (yes, he even defeated Satan Sarvik), his legs are cut off. He dies and goes to heaven.
I sort of had this moment in this recital, too. Except that it was around minute 5!
I heard a noise from downstairs. I thought people are bored and they will soon be leaving in droves.
That's a bummer, right? To think that your playing is such a piece of !@#$ that you can't even keep attention your listeners.
But being professional I had no choice but to keep going. No choice but to be inventive.
Before you know, an hour had passed. And of course people didn't leave. On the contrary, that noise was from late-comers. The danger was in my mind only.
So your legs are cut off. What do you do now?
The obvious answer is, "you die and go to heaven".
But I think we can do better than this.
Keep fighting with our fists.
Enjoy the video! (Here are all my improvisations in one convenient playlist).
PS Let me know, if you want to chat about a storytelling improvisation recital for your organisation.