--candles here and liquor there, child crying in her chair, something falling in my hair, but a good show I must give.--

"Who the hell are you talking to, sugar?"

Oh, no one, no one. Just practicing. I'm next, I think.

--pale angel of the night, hair so black and skin so white, someone's given you a fright, why do you wish to run away?--

"I saw you last week, outside Stick's Bagel Bonanza? You're pretty good. Did Stevie bring you in?"

Yes. I'm next, you know.

"Poor you, having to go on after Chairy Bomb. That's her whole act, sitting there being tragic, wailing about Daddy and ripping off her clothes. I'm Trinette, by the way. My friends call me Trinny."

--Trinny fair, oh Trinny boo, tell me, is your heart untrue? Someone's coming here for you and you must run away.--

I'm Joey. Joey Bell. I'm sorry but I really have go get ready. It was nice to meet you.

"Oh, c'mon, just a few more minutes. I wanna know how you come up with your poetry. You want a coffee? Hey, Lank, a black coffee for Joey Bell here."

--my poems come from in the sky and tell the truth but not the why they make the tough and angry cry and you MUST run away.--

I just... make them up. I really must go backstage and sort out my papers. Thank you for the coffee.

--pale angel grabs my hand, next to her I'm trapped to stand, is this something she has planned? Now I must get away.--

"Let go of her. Trinny, you're coming home with me. NOW."

--Madman coming through the crowd, voice enraged and harsh and loud, Trinny shivers like a cloud when rain is about to fall.--

I'm sorry. I'll just go.

"No. I'm not going anywhere with you. It's over. DONE. I'm tired of you treating me like a child."

Here I go... walking with my bag... he's not moving. Am I trapped?

"Listen, you little brat. I gave you the best eight months of my life and you are NOT going to throw me over for some trashy street guru."

Let me BY!

--finger poking in my chest, pushing at me like the rest, I shall stand and give my best but something tells me it will fail.--

"No"

People are looking. If anything happens to me you'll be... be...

"I'll be WHAT, snotty little street trash, huh? If anyone is getting out of anyone's way it'll be YOU!"

"Baker, DON'T!"

--as I'm falling to the floor he's calling her a little whore I need to help I must do more but--