The lights are flashing and the music is pulsing and I can barely hear her even though she's dancing next to me.
"I said, this is why you should do the midnight show!"
We're screaming "Don't Stop Believing," and even when I have a mic pointed at my face I can't hear myself.
Strangers are coming from every direction, their faces painted red, green, blue by the lights to congratulate me, to shake my hand, to get a dance in.
The music doesn't stop for hours, and neither do I.