"No."

It's a only a few hours before the premiere and I've just struggled into my pink, flowered ao dai in the office kitchen. I'm about to be whisked off to the salon to have my hair straightened and my face powdered so the stage lights don't wash me out, and chi Tam, my co-worker/team leader, rushes up to me with the newest copy of the master of ceremonies script that I translated and will be reading in English.

cTam: "Vi! Here's the script. Now, make sure you memorize it."

Vi: *Whaaaa? It's five or six pages! This is the first time we've mentioned anything about memorization!*

"Um, chi Tam, I won't have much time. When I get to the theater I'll just have an hour."

"Vi, this is very important that you memorize this script!"

"Well, I'll try my best, but I don't know if-"

"Read it as you sit in the chair and they do your hair! Read it as many times as you can!"

"Ok, ok, I'll try really hard, but I don't feel comfortable-"

"Vi! There is no try! There is only do!"

Vi: *...........Did...that just happen?*

"Ok, ok, I'll do it. And, um...have you ever seen Star Wars?"