I'm standing out front of the Torch Theatre -- an improv space in downtown Phoenix -- on a recent Saturday night, asking the performers how improv has impacted their lives. I feel like I'm getting two shows for the price of one. The first was the one I just watched inside the theatre in which a single audience suggestion -- "George Michael" -- resulted in an entire show about a man too fearful of change to throw away his MC Hammer pants.
The second show is this one. All around me improv teams are gathered, some riding a high from the show they just finished, and others playing a game in the alley in which they chant "Bunny Bunny."