As the sun sets behind us, a moon the size of Jupiter climbs over the city and across a lavender sky, trailing stars like a train. Initially only one or two couples very near the stage are dancing, but each song brings more people to their feet. When Esau tugs me up from my seat, we’re the first in our area to start dancing, but if you can’t beat ‘em, you join ‘em, and soon we’re swaying in a field of fans who can’t help but feel the music. She plays for two hours and ten minutes, and after her second encore I expect the front row to rush the wings and drag her back for a third. One way or another, I’m pressed against Esau this entire time, and my biggest disappointment when the lights come on is having to separate myself from him enough to negotiate the stairs back to the car. Once we’re
