It’s Andy, the more talented half of Ben&Andy. Guitar in lap, he takes a seat on the stage, peers up through his bangs into the spotlights, and clears his throat. “This song is going to be a bit derivative,” he says. The audience shrieks. His words aren’t really heard. He starts playing, with lots of wailing and guitar reverb. The audience shrieks more. Talent does not have to be understood. Tonight is talent night and the recital hall is packed, the darkness pricked by a constellation of cell phone screen lights. After Andy, three girls in tight American Apparel-ish shorts and bulky Nike knee pads dance to a medley of recent hits. A girl from the audience struts down the aisle and starts dancing next to the stage. Then another. The aisles fill to the point where there no longer really is an audience or a performer. Then on go the lights, and as at the homecoming dance, the crowd shouts “Oh-eight!” “Oh-seven!” “Oh-six!” at each other before finding their friends and heading off to parties (though it appears some parties have already started in the bathrooms).
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