I am getting ready for a large performance that involves me and two other versions of myself. We all wear identical wigs and black dresses. The performance is in a diner from the east coast with tall booths and shiny chrome tables. I tell the other versions of myself that the performance is about to begin. We are to walk around the restaurant and ask people how their food is and then ask them other questions that will somehow lead to them being transported onto a ferry ride across a vast waterbody. I have a timer set and prepare the other versions of myself to rehearse one more time. We begin to perform. I walk around the corner and see Laurie Anderson sitting at a table with Lou Reed's body draped over her like a heavy blanket. She sits very still, unperturbed, occasionally moving her hand through Lou's arm to sip a warm cup of tea from the table. I approach her and am immediately taken out of character. I ask her how she is. I begin to cry. She nods and continues to look forward. Lou's head is propped on her shoulder. He looks gray and his body is beginning to decompose. His eyes open. They are full of life. He says something to me but I can't remember what it is. I ask them how I can help. Laurie asks me to please grab the body bag from the car.
