“How did I let myself get talked into this?” I thought as I parallel parked my car on a busy street in downtown Philadelphia. My heart was beating like a fast ticking metronome.

“It’s not too late to get out of it,” I told myself. I was scared.

I was scared of taking an Improvisational Theatre course.

I got duped into it. My best friend, who had taken a 13 week course, had fallen in love with it. She was nudging me to sign up for the next series.

I didn’t budge. I don’t like being told what to do...