Chapter 19Second City seemed like an utter dream come true—at least from Rory’s observations of Taggart. The front facade was ornate and impressive, but like much of the rest of Chicago’s architecture. The red neon sign that bore the famous name was also stunning, but since it was the afternoon, its glow was washed out due to the sunlight. Rory was, of course, skeptical as they headed into the foyer and checked in with their classes, but every single bit of doubt fell away as he watched Taggart’s eyes light up.
He stared at the interior architecture, the lights, and the movie posters on the wall with an almost religious sense of reverence that only amplified once they took their seats in the first class of improv. The instructor was a heavy-set man who spoke as if he was in a Woody Allen
