From across the room I saw the President, torchlight playing across his visage. And the violins began, and the low rumble of the timpani. I screamed. I ran. An old farmhouse upstate. Snow is falling. Mountains are falling. Something is breaking apart. You are formally invited to dinner with the 45th president of the United States.
Archive :: production:T0578066108, play:S01939004625, venue:V166
- 21 Mar 19 Captioned
- 23 Mar 19 Touch Tour
- 23 Mar 19 Audio Described