hello, I am Victoria, I have never been to Orlando before, this is really very exciting, I'm really very nervous that I will get lost! If you see someone who is around 5 foot tall, big green eyes, and a sad sad face, that may be me! Don't worry. Just take my hand, and without waking me, guide me to the appropriate venue listed on your official Fringe program.

But if you get lost, I can't help you.

I am so sorry.

Anyways here is a poem I wrote:

I have lost a telephone

with your smell in it

I am living beside the radio

all the stations at once

but I pick out a Polish lullaby

I pick it out of the static

it fades I wait I keep the beat

it comes back almost asleep

Did you take the telephone

knowing I'd sniff it immoderately

maybe heat up the plastic

to get all the crumbs of your breath

and if you won't come back

how will you phone to say

you won't come back

so that I could at least argue

I am so sorry. This poem was not actually written by me. It was written by late Jewish-Canadian musician and poet Leonard Cohen. I don't know why I lied. I was really nervous writing this.

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directed by: Isaac Kessler (1-MAN NO-SHOW)

tech by: Jacob Lin