The tumble of voices falls silent.
The lights come up.
Bulbs illume a long, gleaming catwalk as a bubbly song fills the air. It takes a moment to place it despite the familiarity of the melody. A cover of Don McLean’s “American Pie,” stripped of its sorrow, sugared into an electronic confection.
A lank, miserable figure saunters down the stage, hands i…
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