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February 2, 2015

You don’t have to participate in The Human Symphony, a playful, patchy and compassionate show conceived by Dylan Marron, a member of the New York Neo-Futurists. When you check in, you can pretend to be under 18, or you can invent a medical condition (“I will break out in hives,” I heard one woman threaten), or you can simply decline. But six willing spectators will be plucked from the audience and invited to the stage. There, Mr. Marron will hand each of them an MP3 player with a specialized track dictating a particular set of instructions. Unlike other MP3-focused plays, like those by the Nature Theater of Oklahoma or Daniel Fish, The Human Symphony doesn’t ask its volunteer actors to speak any of the lines. Instead, recordings of interviews that Mr. Marron conducted on intimacy and the Internet play on a sound system, while five of the recruits (one is consigned to the tech table) give physical form to the monologues: dancing, playing volleyball, spraying the stage with canned fog.

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