Despite dreading the idea of audience participation, I entered Christ Church Neighborhood House last night with a group of 20 or so and let myself be gazed at, guided, ushered and hand-held by 13 kid-gloved strangers. And it was magical. The story begins with Alice — winsome, wonderful Nichole Canuso — who loses her notebook. Worried that without it she may forget something important without it, Alice sheepishly enters a Zenned-out wonderland of sorts to retrieve her possession. What she finds instead is unexpected, exquisite, at times otherworldly; that we got to experience it, too, was like being let in on a secret and promising to keep it to yourself. And you just can’t get that feeling sitting in a theater, removed from the fantasy. Me, I left the show feeling a little lighter.