She begins in mid-flow. Sitting down at the piano, effectively taking the reins from her band, the first thing she says into the microphone is 'So...' One simple word, an aside to every single soul in that auditorium. It's almost a sigh, like the sound of a truth-teller getting down to business, or a teacher who is forced to go to the blackboard to spell it all out for us. It presumes that everyone is paying attention (they are) and that everyone recalls where they are in the lesson (they do). '
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