A curious choice of venue for such this material, a stripped down monologue. In such a cavenous space, some of the words and a lot of the subtleties of facial expression and depth of tone were lost up in the cheap seats of the Bayliss Circle. Still, Scott knows how to quieten a room with a look. And the collective gasps and laughs testiment to the power he holds as a soloist. His timing has the impeccability of a comedian, his pace, commands emotional gravitas far greater than any sobs or shrieks could do. It's a beautifully crafted thing. If you can still get a ticket, lean in as close as you can afford.