I sit in the opera house darkness. A sea of crowns sway shadowy. A voice screeches in excitement, and then fast quietens. The stage glows hyperfluorescent; instruments, struck by light, scintillate. The track ‘Love Yourself’ starts playing, her voice fills the silent space. Everyone braces for her entry.
Mary J. Blige runs onto the stage, the crowd shakes and screams and sighs.…
