At it's best...when everything is working right, when everyone is open to it, it's... lovemaking. Elliot starts a phrase, maybe just a bit softer than usual, so we come in under, Alan and I, like we're...coddling it, like more than a breath would kill it. Then Carl lands on the bottom, Terra Firma, and the whole thing rises, floats, together, falls back, arches upward, no one leading, no one following, it's just...pulsating. Like it's alive, like some living, pulsing organism...copulating with itself.
At it's worst...is like...swallowing Drano.
Thank you SO much! This is a monologue for a audition I'll have to do, your recording will help me A LOT :)