Rather, it's about downtown New Haven, about the people and places contained in the area. It's about losing your inhibitions, and taking note of all the things going on around you. Mostly, though, the key to "CELL" is to follow instructions and liberate yourself from the norm - for the hour or so the experience takes.

And my normal day does not include standing at the bus stop on the corner of Chapel and College streets while waiting for a phone call. I bet you thought it did, yet you'd be wrong. But that's exactly where I was waiting for that first phone call that would begin my "CELL" experience. You see, when I picked up my ticket for the performance, it came with a note that told me to be at the bus stop. It also said to "be alone and on time," "wear comfortable shoes," "don't bring a bag" and "it might rain, bring an umbrella or raincoat." Oh, and I had to "wear the enclosed honeycomb button."

Those aren't the kind of instructions you expect to get while attending an Arts & Ideas event. But, then again, "CELL" is unlike any A&I performance you've ever been to; heck, it's unlike anything you've ever done in your life. Before my experience began, I had done enough research to know that strange things would happen, but I sure didn't expect what did go down.

When you purchase your ticket to "CELL," you will be asked for your cell phone number. Calls from someone named Buzzz are the catalyst for everything that happens within your experience. Buzzz calls you Buzzz, too. Of course.

And Buzzz has a fascination with bees, and she tells you random facts about the insects during each call. After completing "CELL," I'm confident I would clean up during a bees category on "Jeopardy!"

The initial phone call from Buzzz came - after I put on my button - with specific instructions to look around and take in everything going on around me ... and to follow some dude in a gray sweatshirt without letting him realize I'm doing it. Was this guy part of Headlong's cast? I don't know. One of the main objectives of "CELL" is to make you wonder which of the people you're seeing downtown New Haven are part of the performance. And while you will encounter many Headlong actors and dancers, even the regular folk walking the streets are part of your experience, even if they don't know it.

My stalking didn't last long, only four or so blocks. Buzzz quickly called me back and told me to abandon the plan and head to the corner of Chapel and High and sit on the stone bench. A woman was already sitting there, so I took a seat on the far other side. I'm not a big fan of being close to people. Our distance didn't last long though. Once my phone rang again, the woman proceeded to purposely invade my personal space and speak into my ear the same things Buzzz was saying into my other ear through the phone.

Throughout each conversation with Buzzz, it becomes clear that Headlong members are indeed watching me. When I blow a bubble with my gum, Buzzz asks what flavor I'm chewing. And though I constantly look around during my journey, I can't seem to spot Buzzz or any of her fellow worker bees.

But they're everywhere. When I do as I'm told and sit in a red chair in the lobby of the Hotel Duncan, a woman across the room motions toward me, slaps a note on a table and leaves. The note says, "Please follow me." So I tailed her right into Sullivan's On Chapel, where she was waiting with a table for two and a bottle of root beer to share. I wish there wasn't any root in the beer, since I don't like root beer, but I drank it up. Of course, that became more difficult when the woman became animated, speaking wildly in what I think was Vietnamese, slamming the salt and pepper shakers around and generally making a big scene in the restaurant.

But then Buzzz saved me from further "conversation" when she called and asked, "What the heck is she saying?" I didn't know. What I did know was that I had to leave Sullivan's through the fire door in the kitchen. Um, OK.

It was around this time that Buzzz began to speak lovingly and excitedly about a place called "The Hive," a place that I would soon visit. But not before being carried by some dancers around York Street, holding hands with a couple of teen dancers, riding in elevators, exploring a roof of a downtown building and seeing a photo montage of myself and others on a screen in a room. When were these photos taken? I have no idea. I looked for people, but sure didn't see any.

Without giving away too much more of my "CELL" experience - since I don't know if everyone's is the same, although I'm pretty sure they're at least slightly different - let's just say everything leads to The Hive. Does what happens in The Hive tie everything together? Well, I can't be sure. I do know that "CELL" seriously moved me. It made me think a certain way and I truly enjoyed it. I also looked over my shoulder to see if anyone was following me that night, even when I was just in a bar with friends. I waited for people to tell me what to do, which could have been a bad thing.

Only you can find out how The Hive will affect you. After "CELL" ends, you'll be brought to an area that contains a journal filled with entries from others who lived through "CELL." Everyone I read said something different because this is a personal experience. Nobody does it with you. Yet everyone does it with you. You'll read the entries and think about your experience. Then you'll write your own.

Just remember to sign it "Buzzz."