Overheard from a window opening onto Edinburgh Fringe…
Debbie did something amazing yesterday and the pain went away. We be both cried.
-How are you feeling?
-I feel like I want to tell you all my problems
-After you said what you did by trade
I am not a practicing therapist though
-Who are you going to heal tomorrow?
My Dad is the head of the family so probably him.
-I haven’t met him yet
No. We still have time He drinks bullet proof coffee.
Striking a set and losing a bracelet…
-No we just can’t find it.
I have to go and catch a bus I’m late already.
-Why don’t I ask if its been handed in?
It’s already gone. Some one has taken it snatched it from under our nose.
-But no one has been in we haven’t left the building there’s only us.
So it must be you. The stretchy bangles gone.
-Don’t lay it at my door. I was out looking for a producer.
I put it there. On top of The Scotsman review.
-It’s not worth much. We only got four stars.
It’s solid silver.
-It’s only baby steps but this show needs a transfer. For that we need investment.
-The bracelet belonged to my Auntie.
-So an Aunt you didn’t like gave you a bangle. Does she produce shows?
It was sentimental. Like our show.
Queuing for tickets for the show…
Green juices are nice.
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