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Phil Kaye & Sarah Kay // Origin Story

  • Sarah Kay:

    It started with a sweater.

  • Phil Kaye:

    I was looking incredibly fly. First day of college orientation as a freshman... plus, I'm the type of guy who's always trying to make a good impression.

  • Sarah:

    He looked like a tool. And it's the first week of school, so I've got people to meet and things to try. I don't have time to waste on this guy loitering backstage at a talent show.

  • Phil:

    It started with a freshman talent show, a chance to showcase what I know about spoken word and poetry and try and get some people to notice me.

  • Sarah:

    It started with a technical difficulty -

  • Phil:

    some sort of delay -

  • Sarah:

    somebody's iPod track wouldn't play.

  • Phil:

    So I'm stuck waiting backstage when I notice this girl -

  • Sarah:

    and he walks over, stupid sweater and all. There was nowhere to run, backstage was too small.

  • Phil:

    And I'm so nervous about going onstage, I decide to strike up a conversation.

  • Sarah:

    Oh, sorry, I completely got ahead of myself. I totally skipped introductions. My name is Sarah Kay.

  • Phil:

    My name is Phil Kaye. I'm from California -

  • Sarah:

    born and raised in NYC.

  • Phil:

    Let's see, fun fact about me -

  • Both:

    My mom is Japanese and my dad is Jewish.

  • Sarah:

    Not a common combination, but I think it's kinda cute. People call me Japajew -

  • Phil:

    Jewpanese -

  • Sarah:

    Ashkenazi kamikaze.

  • Phil:

    And come December -

  • Both:

    Hanukkah and Christmas!

  • Sarah:

    Plus, you should taste my mother's brisket. Jan has matzah ball soup with noodles...brings my father Jeffrey to his knees.

  • Phil:

    It took mom and dad to raise this lanky, cock-eyed, half-breed.

  • Sarah:

    Well, I think that's it. My mom, my dad, and me - oh, plus my little brother. He's eighteen.

  • Phil:

    My little sister is a deadpan firecracker. She's only eighteen, but she keeps me on track. Her name is Sarah.

  • Sarah:

    My little brother's name is Phillip.

  • Both:

    Anyway.

  • Sarah:

    Where was I?

  • Phil:

    It started with a backstage interaction.

  • Sarah:

    No, it started with a backward first impression.

  • Phil:

    Okay, well, I'll tell you where it didn't start. It didn't start at fifth grade summer camp.

  • Sarah:

    That's true, it did not start at junior lifeguards. Even though we were both there.

  • Phil:

    Matching red bathing suits, white t-shirts, visors, and our counsellor -

  • Both:

    Mr. Johnson.

  • Sarah:

    Who probably figured that the shy girl in his morning class -

  • Phil:

    and the skinny kid in his afternoon class -

  • Both:

    were... cousins?!

  • Sarah:

    Probably thought we carpooled over together -

  • Phil:

    in between family photoshoots and fourth of July barbecues.

  • Sarah:

    But instead, we merely co-existed -

  • Phil:

    almost met but always missed it -

  • Sarah:

    spinning around like two sides of a coin.

  • Phil:

    Look!

  • Both:

    We've done the research!

  • Sarah:

    And we swear, we're not related.

  • Phil:

    And we've never dated.

  • Both:

    And we're never... EVER... going to.

  • Phil:

    Because what are the chances of finding someone with your last name -

  • Sarah:

    Japanese and Jewish with siblings called the same?

  • Phil:

    What are the odds of finding someone -

  • Sarah:

    who can finish your sentences -

  • Phil:

    who will let you cut in line -

  • Sarah:

    who knows not to just lend a hand, or an ear when you need them to give you their spine -

  • Phil:

    who is woman enough to be best man at your wedding -

  • Sarah:

    who will keep every secret, save every letter, tell you how you really look -

  • Phil:

    who will remember every single one of your birthdays -

  • Sarah:

    without checking Facebook?

  • Phil:

    What are the odds of finding someone who knows your poetry by heart -

  • Sarah:

    who won't freak out if you're hanging out and accidentally fart?

  • Phil:

    Yeah. If you have a date and you need to look fresh, I will let you borrow my hair products.

  • Sarah:

    And if you don't have a date and you need to look fresh, I will let you borrow... my cousin.

  • Phil:

    I will always see you for the alley-oop.

  • Sarah:

    I will always save you a seat.

  • Phil:

    I will always pick you to be my partner even though you are terrible at handball.

  • Sarah:

    When the fire takes all you have, my home will be your home.

  • Phil:

    When you are old and can no longer remember my face, I will meet you for the first time again and again.

  • Sarah:

    When they make fun of your accent, I will take you swimming because we all sound the same underwater.

  • Phil:

    When Ellis Island tries to erase your past, I will call you by your real name.

  • Sarah:

    When they call your number for the draft, I will enlist to fight beside you.

  • Phil:

    And I will march with you from Selma to Montgomery and back as many times as it takes.

  • Sarah:

    We will stand together against the hoses and the dogs -

  • Both:

    because it didn't start with us.

  • Phil:

    It started with Lennon and McCartney.

  • Sarah:

    It started with Thelma and Louise.

  • Phil:

    It started with Winnie-the-Pooh and Christopher Robin.

  • Sarah:

    Bert and Ernie!

  • Phil:

    Abbott and Costello!

  • Sarah:

    Rosencrantz and Guildenstern!

  • Phil:

    Mario and Luigi!

  • Sarah:

    Watson and Sherlock!

  • Phil:

    Pikachu and Charizard! And they could tell you what a miracle this is.

  • Sarah:

    They could tell you how rare this is.

  • Phil:

    But they could tell you how rare friendship always is.

  • Sarah:

    The chances are slim.

  • Phil:

    The cards are always stacked against you, the odds are always low.

  • Both:

    But I have seen the best of you, and the worst of you, and I choose both.

  • Phil:

    I want to share every single one of your sunshines and save some for later.

  • Sarah:

    I will tuck them into my pockets so I can give them back to you when the rains fall hard.

  • Both:

    Friend -

  • Phil:

    I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself.

  • Sarah:

    I want to be air in your lungs that reminds you to breathe easy.

  • Phil:

    When the walls come down -

  • Sarah:

    when the thunder rumbles -

  • Both:

    when nobody else is home, hold my hand -

  • Phil:

    and I promise -

  • Both:

    I won't let go.

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