Read Online Spur of the Moment by Theresa Alan - Free Book Online

performances every night of the week, they have an entire traveling team going around the country. I know Denver isn’t as big as Chicago, but still, we should be able to do a lot better than we’re doing. I think we just need to market ourselves. We should put on that sketch comedy performance we’ve always been talking about, and really aggressively market ourselves to agents and the local media and business community. Scott and I could create the posters and flyers, and I can write up the news releases and hound the press trying to get some publicity. I really think if we could show our sketch comedy skills, it would help us branch out. That’s what Second City does.”
    â€œIt would be fun. I think we should do it. Really do it and not just talk about it,” Jason said.
    â€œI don’t know. It kind of sounds like a lot of work,” Marin said.
    â€œIt’ll be great. It’ll give Ramiro a chance to finish some of the sketches he’s been playing around with,” Ana said. “We’ll get Steve’s permission to perform here some Sunday night.”
    â€œJust one night?” Chelsey asked.
    â€œWe can see how it goes and then repeat it. We’ll market it like, ‘back by popular demand,’ ” Ana said.
    â€œI’m in. It’ll look great on my résumé for when I go to become a staff writer for a hit series on HBO,” Chelsey said.
    â€œOkay, I’m in,” Marin said.
    â€œYeah, I guess. I’ve got three or four sketches you guys could help me finish up,” Ramiro said.
    â€œI have some sketches, too, from when I took that sketch-writing class last year,” Chelsey said.
    â€œYou haven’t written anything since then?” Ana asked.
    â€œNo. What’s your point, that if I want to become a sitcom writer I actually have to do something about it?” Chelsey joked.
    â€œI think we should do a celebrity boxing skit,” Ana said. “Marin could do Britney Spears and she could fight, I don’t know, some bad ass woman, a woman who can actually sing maybe.” Marin did a killer Britney Spears. She had the same dark eyes and blond hair that B.S. had, and she was a good dancer, but when Marin danced, her exaggerated facial expressions and hammy moves were hilarious. She acted all dumb and air headed, with big eyes and a high-pitched voice. “Ani DiFranco? k.d. lang?” Ana continued. “Oh, I know, Rosie O’Donnell! I’ll be Rosie. You and I will kind of argue, and then I’ll throw a single punch and knock you flat.”
    â€œYeah, but first I’ll dance around doing these fly girl moves to avoid getting hit.” Marin stood up to demonstrate, getting into it. The others liked the idea too, and started shouting out ideas all over the place. The Keebler Elf against the Jolly Green Giant! Xena against Barbie! The character of Jack from Will and Grace against Arnold Schwarzenegger! Ramiro would play Jack. Ramiro was awesome at talking swish. Whenever he played a limp-wristed gay guy type, the audience roared. They thought it was hilarious that someone they assumed was straight, super-masculine straight, could pretend to be so swish. It was a great big irony sandwich.
    â€œHow about this? How about feminist cheerleaders?” Ana said. “We’ll wear baggie jeans and t-shirts with varsity letters on them, and we’ll explain to the audience how for years, cheerleaders have encouraged male violence and aggressiveness with cheers like, ‘You’ve got to B-E A-G-G-RE-S-S-I-V-E, got to be aggressive, whoo!’ but no more. We’re a new breed of cheerleaders who encourage women to excel in their careers and their lives, because everyone needs encouragement. We’ll cheer men on to share more of the housework and take care of the kids.”
    â€œIt’s got potential,” Chelsey said. “It’ll be you, me, Ramiro in drag, and Marin, and