From in a wheelchair or behind one, from behind a guitar or a with a kazoo or a harmonica in their lap, everybody sings. The blending of voices is disordered and joyous like a hundred church bells ringing in the new year. Audience members join in on songs they haven't heard since, perhaps, the day the war ended or the night one kissed his sweetheart on the dance floor. We haven't done that one for a while. The show is fluid.
Nobody knows what's next.
In walks Marilyn Monroe. She wears a long, close-fitting evening gown. She wears 3-inch heels. No, it's not Marilyn Monroe. Not Frances Farmer.