I wait for you in the dark. I cannot be sure that you will come, yet I have somehow convinced myself that you cannot resist seeing me one last time. I have prepared a song for you. It is our song, of course, although until now I never knew all the words. My heart races each time the door opens, imagining that this time, it is you in the dark with me. At first there is a shiver in my voice, but eventually I relax into the song, into the disappointment of realizing that once again, it is not you. With each new lyric I think to myself I WILL NEVER DO THIS AGAIN, yet over and over I cannot help hoping that the next person who opens the door will be you
A cabinet stands in the middle of Bordeaux's Place des Quinconces, to which spectators are invited to enter one at a time. Nemerofsky whispers a fatal French love song to each person who enters the darkness of the cabinet, until the secret woven into the performance's title is revealed.