I was advised to repeat 401 at the NY UCB Training Center.
I feel like an outcast! A leper! Woe be those who once associated with me; they may have been exposed to sickly tendencies. The same, tired characters; selfish performances stymied by a lack of supportive moves; and downright stage fright. These are the symptoms of the poor improviser, a hack.
It feels like someone outed me as a racist, a bigot for all societies. What a brazenfaced perpetrator of all that is wrong!
Christ. It feels terrible.
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