On a Wednesday evening in July, members of Island groups the IMPers and the newly re-formed WIMPs walk through Grange Hall in West Tisbury seeking that proof of spontaneity which is customary to any improv show: suggestions from the audience.
“We need a playwright,” they say.
Confident he has the perfect answer, a little blond-haired boy shoots up his hand and yells, “Harry Potter!”
The performers accept Tennessee Williams, but the kid fights on.
“A musical?” Harry Potter.