*Ring ring. Ring ring.*
*A phone rings somewhere. A number given to an audience member. She holds the receiver in her hand, twirling the loops between her fingers. Her hands shake nervously. How can she be doing this, what confidence possessed her to possibly think the great star Mister Ant Tenna would seriously want to talk to her, a lowly audience member.*
*She almost moves to hang up the phone, embarrassed to have even bothered.*
The silence on the other end of the line concerns him.
"Hello? Do you have the right number? This is Mr. Ant. Tenna's TV time...!"











