Ms. Pirnot sings 4 or 5 songs, each amplified differently, almost as if they were daring us to doubt our attention to this detail. In between, the stories are told by the text-to-speech gizmo. Â The gizmo is facing us and we anthropomorphize it as time passes. While the gizmo is speaking, Â Pirnot is facing upstage. Â I have no idea what else she was doing. Â Her back does not speak volumes.
