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… pockets and search your mem- ory. A flash of your friend’s geeky laughter, him collapsing in giggles over a bag of unopened chips under the glare of cornerstore LED light, you’re waiting at the counter, ‘Come on Nick’ you’re saying, while you feel the shop attendant’s fixed stare of practiced tolerance on the back of your neck. But Nick’s not here now. You look around and discover you’re on some inner city side street where the buildings seem too tall for the width of the space; empty but for the … swells and peaks as the music presses its way through her. Quite involuntarily but avidly still - she moves with the music. But the blinkers unshutter and open as she becomes aware of the two frangipani smelling ladies on either side of her. Donned in powdered blacks and look this one’s wear- ing gloves and her swaying upsets them she can tell. And 44 so she stops. But so does the rapture. And even the focused stage lights can’t bring her back to that blinked love now as she is nudged by grey-haired … feet padding barefoot like awkward chalk squeaking exercises on blackboard. ‘Sorry! Super super sorry!’ Ashley’s echo sounds out through the theatre. ‘Anyone else with laundry on stage? Remove it now.’ Michela and Ethan scramble up from the stalls to check. ‘Yes? Done? Good. Now clear off.’ She can almost hear the clicking-double-clicking of his pen. ‘We’ve got three hours to check the lights and do a full run so can we not waste more time please? Great. Scene five from the top!’ She knows she …