Every year we pack our overnight bags, grab our notebooks and slip away for a day and a half of learning, sharing and all around hell-raising. Or, as we like to call it, “pepperpalooza.”
This year’s theme was Storytelling.
After spending the day with a variety of master storytellers, the tables were suddenly turned. Each of us was given an hour to come up with a short, handwritten story of our own. Of course, in true redpepper fashion, there was a catch: Once the anonymous stories were written, they were redistributed to be read in-studio by a coworker. That coworker was then encouraged to enhance the story as he or she saw fit and to improv a new ending.
The titles alone speak volumes about what was shared throughout the evening.
Here’s a small sample:
“Don’t Wear Heels on New Year’s”
“The Piano, Grandma and Me”
“An Irish Belief”
“Mom Knows Better”
“No One Saw it Coming”
“No Risk, No Reward”
Some of the stories were sad, some were funny, some were — well, we’re not really sure what they were. But, as we honed our skills, one thing quickly became clear. We all have stories to tell, sometimes we just need a little help sharing them.