Erin. I got my hair permed.

Jeff. I got my hair cut.

Erin. It hurts.

Jeff. I know how you feel.

Erin. You do?

Jeff. Yes, very soft.

Erin. It hurts.

Jeff. It also smells.

Erin. Yes, how did you know?

Jeff. It’s what you’ve been saying.

Erin. Am I bothering you?

Jeff. Only when you sing.

Erin. "Happy Birthday to You. Happy Birthday to You."

Jeff. You know that bothers me.

Erin. Why does it bother you?

Jeff. I was going to be an opera singer.

Erin. That’s very sad.

Jeff. It’s not sad yet.

Erin. Oh. There’s more?

Jeff. Yes. I can never sing again because of the accident.

Erin. That’s very sad.

Jeff. Don’t you want to hear about the accident?

Erin. No. Can you smell me from there?

Jeff. No. Would you like me to?

Erin. Yes.

Jeff. You smell very nice. Your hair smells very nice.

Erin. Thank you. It hurts you.

Jeff. Please don’t sing.

Erin. I have to go. (exits)

Jeff. How do you feel? I don’t remember.

q.v. This is every piece I've ever written (10/14/06)